You Know, It's Hard To

When I Arrive In Los Angeles In The Entertainment Community, And I Use Implements Like A Shovel And A Hammer, Our Society Has Distanced Itself So Far From Working With Its Hands That Those Incredibly Pedestrian Skills Are Perceived As Somehow Being Extraordinary.

I'm A Very Intermediate Sax Player, But Now That Rob Lowe Is On My Show, I Had To Cop To Him. Like, 'dude Your Ridiculous Fake Sax Playing [in St. Elmo's Fire] Inspired Me To Pick Up A Horn.'

Shut Your Damn Mouth.

Turn Off Your Computer And Go Out Of Doors. Dig A Large Enough Hole To Transplant A Mature Apple Tree. Nurture The Tree, Feed It, Coddle It So That Its Fruit Will Be Ample, Bright And Firm. Practice Open-hand Strikes Against The Rough Bark Of The Trunk Until It's Time To Harvest. Choose The Champion Of Your Apple Crop, Pluck It From The Tree, And Beat Yourself About The Face And Tits With It Until Your Mettle Will Suffice.

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