Only once. I killed a man trying to roll along a flat plane. Never again.

Leftovers. SWEET JESUS

Pretty much anything by Chuck Lorre. I want what he's smoking.

Winter. I like me some colds, yo. XD

When it starts becoming a teddy bear and stops being a lifetime compadre.

Cookie Monster, motherfucker. This is not a contest.

Is this a trick question?

BRING ME THE MEAT OF ALL THE DEAD THINGS AND PLACE THEM UPON CRISPY DOUGH FOR ME TO CONSUME VIVACIOUSLY WITH SAUCE OF THE FLAMEY FIRE PIT VARIETY.

Do I have a guitar in my hand? If so, let us ROCK.

Asparagus. Euch.

Not permanently, but I know a decent hooker down the street.

Pyramid. Lolololololololol.

Sniped epically by an M21. Cause I'm a COD ninja.

O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.

John Keats, I am reading his collection of poetry and prose.

I'd love to hit up either Mexico or Russia. I hear their food is excellent and their booze tears a hole through your esophagus. Or is it the other way around?

Well, yes. If you take into account the pseudo-universal understanding that a tree will make a sound if it falls in a forest when you are present, it stands to reason that your absence is not going to affect reality to the extent as to prevent a redwood making a sound like Zeus slapping a bitch.

I have no biases either way. They are both as capable as the other.

Tickled. I like my man jewels, thanks.

Show tunes. Ugh.

The balls. Hurdy gurdy.