Went to Joe's for dinner tonight. He was rooting around in the fridge for stuff to make his lunch for tomorrow. He's in his sweatshirt, stocking cap, sweat pants & those darn footies that "got more holes than they do material."
Joe: I'm like a g#ddamn jackrabbit over here. I keep bouncing from one thing to the other. This kind of cheese, that kind of cheese, I can't make up my g#ddamn mind