Bitches.

My so-called muse is a cranky whore with a scabby pussy that never calls me back. She makes her living sucking off 9-Volt kingpins. She sleeps on a dirty floor, curled up like a dog. When I try to pet her she growls and licks her own ass. Dejected, I go to the liquor cabinet. It's empty.

I take my wah-wah pedal and throw it through the window. Fucking Jap-piece-of-shit! Nevermind that the only Jap-piece-of-shit I've ever seen is a perfectly digested California roll. They're all the same.