I’m all up in the ebay.

Check out my Pez collection and unicycle.

Buy my shit, man, please. If I know you (or meet you), I’ll use the money for malt liquor, food and other important junk for both of us.

Meanwhile, I’m planning my move to stardom and greatness via an open casting call for extras. Yup, them Farrelly boys is gonna spy my headshot and rocket me into the stratosphere.

Or someone is planting a coffee cup on the coaster that my visage has now become.