I like staring into your eyes on a moonlit prairie night. It doesn't matter what I'm wearing, but I like the feel of your clown outfit against mine.
Dude, I'm ALL about me. You should be too. Let's face it, I'm pretty awesome. You know, if it was a dystopian future and I controlled the Poland Spring and Aquafina empires with my group of dirtbike riding, punk rock warriors who aren't so much keen on taking over what's left of the Earth so much as we are interested in partying all over it at the expense of others. Wait, where was I?