You bet on me to die. Wow. Motherf*****, you’re the world’s worst friend. Well, joke’s on you. I’m living to 102. And then die. At the city of Detroit.
If I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. And also, there’s about 116 kilos of cocaine buried somewhere in the apartment, right next to the cure for blindness. Good luck.
With this collar on, my superpower is just unbridled cancer. Give me a bow and arrow, I’m basically Hawkeye.