Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
The way I work, typically, I do everything at the very last minute. Even if I was given two months, I'd do it in the last three days.
It's funny how all of this has worked out - I wasn't popular in high school, but now every drunken guy in the United States wants to be my pal. They all want to buy me a shot, and pretty soon I'm throwing up.

