Heartfelt Reflections on Happiness, Bleach, and Unexpected Battles

I just want us to remember that we can’t say happiness without saying penis. Oh, and why is it burn? Is your scalp burning? A little bit. Well, that’s because I put bleach on the scalp. What would you rather fight, a rabid raccoon or Russell Crowe? I’m just over here watching my Botox kick in. This is amazing. You have to put your finger out like this.