Tonight i had dream.I was drowning in a sea of liquer.The skies were made of L-S-D.The stars were mad from cocaine.There were cops.But they didnt pull me over.Instead,they SUCKED MY DICK.And i met god.He told me not to call him GOD any more.I asked him how he wants me to call him.He said:
say D
say R
say U
Say G
SAY S

Вот такой вот он этот Брайан Ворнер.Укуренный и обдолбанный.Вечно молодой и весёлый.