You get what you want; that's the scariest thing in the whole fucking world. You spend so much of your time bitching and rhapsodizing, desiring and wanting and panting every three seconds; so the minute it all stops, the minute you find a good real something in your hands, you can't help but start applauding, madly. Everything you want laid our before you? Shit.

"I'm not going to pay $7 for something I'm going to bleed on."--Cheriz...hilarious stuff.