Body of a wolf, legs of a horse, eyes of a priest, mind of a wasp, hair of a chimp, postman's shins, bowls of a crab and a buffalo anus.
Why the fuck do you need to release an autobiography when you're 20 years old you branded, celebrity, commodified IDIOT.
Who cares! I can't wait for the sequel that deals with his descent into alchoholism and drugs.
I can't wait to bite his kneecaps off.
Haven't you destroyed him already?
It must be two-page leaflet if he's twenty, right?
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