He spent the first half of his life doing drugs, riding motorcycles, and bodybuilding. He spent the second part writing books about the brain and getting movies made about him. We would have stuck with the first part.
She closed her eyes dreamily and sighed, a moist and wheezy sigh of surrender, as his firm grip tightened on her ventricle, and Randy the Reaper shut that sucker down.
(d) May 21st, 2000