Ok, so this one time, at FAO Schwartz in Chicago, I met Alyson Hannigan. She was with a guy who I also recognized, but I couldn’t figure out how. So I said, hey, are you in a band or something? And under his breath, super soft, like he was utterly ashamed he said…. I’m the drummer for Marilyn Manson. My cousin and I still laugh real hard at that.
I simply want it to be acceptable to let people know they smell awful when it’s true. Why do I have to act like I’m not talking to a human being that smells like a turd rolled in cigarette ash?