He’s on a drug called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available. If you try it once, you will die. And dying is for fucking amateurs. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body. You see, people can’t process him with a normal brain because he has tiger blood and Adonis DNA. He even cures diseases with his mind, and lives with porn star goddesses. His life is perfect. It’s awesome. Everyday is just filled with wins. They say it’s lonely at the top, but he sure likes the view. The Paco Camino Man. He’s tired of pretending he’s not special, like he’s not a bitchin’ rock star from Mars.
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