Aye Dios mio! Here it comes, down the street, it will destroy our village!
Listen to its horrible clucking, Pepe.
It's pecking down city hall!
Damn those cock fighters and their genetic manipulation! It's only a sport, but they're so hellbent on winning that they've unleased hell on earth!
"Damn cocklover! What will your mother say when she sees you with a rooster?"
From the 9/22 Newport show
I just had what is undoubtedly the worst show of my life. It was even worse that the high school show choir show where one of our stunts went bad and I got kicked in the side of the head.
How the hell can they expect us to perform sketches when we don't get to rehearse them? It's not fair. I'm so worried about being forced to do something I'm not comfortable with that I get all pissed off, throw a fit in front of the cast and my whole show goes to fuck. Is it worth it? At the moment I'd say no. I'm sure tomorrow I'll feel differently, but for right now I'd just like to tell some folks they can start the fucking right off, pronto.
Of course, I've also got a worry in my head because the last time I was this angry over something stupid and really couldn't explain it well enough to myself was September 10th. I woke up the next day to all hell breaking loose. I'm hoping that this is just me being a diva and not being psychic.
Take this job and shove it, I ain't workin' here no more...