If you don't have it you're dirt.
Just call me Joe Dirt I guess.
Several years ago I said, I'd never steal for it. Said I'd never break the law for it. Said I wouldn't whore myself out for it (see Bob Dylan, if you have questions on that one). Now, you better hope a close relative doesn't think you're better off amongst the non-living, because I'm a mechanic looking for something to fix. I believe I'll join the rest of the world and enjoy the shallow end for a while.
Fake boobs, fast cars, good booze, eating half a meal and throwing the rest away; bring it on! FTW baby, FTW!