I want ice cream. And mashed potatoes. And world peace. And to be in New Orleans. And to go to Paris. And the Oprah channel. And $500. And a week off. And a private jet. And peaceful dreams. And less anxiety. And to be 30 pounds lighter. And a sequel to “Pretty Woman.” And to be on the “Howard Stern Show.” And to dance like a star.
Oh no you don’t, Howard Stern’s a lot like Terry Meiners except if I can’t say something nice, I’ll zip it. What you need is an IV full of Old Rasputin and re-read Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas.
All that except for the sequel to “Pretty Woman.” That film is nauseating.
So what are going to do to get all that shit?