“Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.” —Carl Jung
This guy has got a few brass cajones. Huevos the size of eggplants. Serves divorce papers to his wife in her hospital bed while she dying of cancer!
Smart as a whip, but dumb as a box of door knobs. Who the hell is he to lecture anyone on anything?
Look at that face. Only an asshole so full of himself could look at a camera without believing he was better than the photographer.
Come at me with that banana, Newt. I dare ya!
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