Duh, WINNING.
Charlie Sheen is my new favorite person. He is so unapologetically, enthusiastically demented. I can only wish I had the balls (and the money) that the Sheen has. Banging seven-gram rocks and “models” half my age in rapid succession. Tossing out brilliantly insane bon mots like they are confetti.
Confetti at a parade for my awesomeness.
“I’m a grandiose life, and I’m embracing it.”
Stay gold, Charlieboy… Stay gold.
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