It’s like a poem. A series of haikus, even.
“… chest naked, eating Hot Cheetos, hair all fucked up.”
Michael Rapaport, on a tear
edit: Michael Rapaport rants a lot, but uses the same few words, in different sequences. It’s the delivery, too.
Tales Along the Way
It’s like a poem. A series of haikus, even.
“… chest naked, eating Hot Cheetos, hair all fucked up.”
Michael Rapaport, on a tear
edit: Michael Rapaport rants a lot, but uses the same few words, in different sequences. It’s the delivery, too.