Never Trust A Guy Who

I Have So Much Residue Crap In My Hair From Years And Years Of Not Washing It And Not Having Any Sense Of Personal Hygiene Whatsoever. Even Today, I Go Into These Things Where I'm Supposed To Be This Sexy Guy Or Whatever, And I'm Literally Asking, 'if I Get Plumes Of Dandruff On Me, Can You Just Brush It Off?'

I’m, Like, A Compulsive Eater. I’m Going To Be So Fat When I’m Older, It’s Ridiculous.

You Can Make Five Massive Hits In A Row And Still Not Get Cast By The Directors Who You Want To Work With Doing Little Movies.

If I Could Get Any Semblance Of - It's Not Really Anonymity, But A Little Bit More - Control Over My Public Image, I Guess That Would Be Nice.

I Was Just Taking Out My Trash And I Had, Like, 300 Cans Of Diet Coke. It Was Just Like, 'how Did That Happen?' I Don't Even Remember Buying Them. I Also Like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My Addictions Are Pretty Much The Only Things I Consume.