Old Man Tigger is like God. He's the one who helps us choose which path we want to take in life.

Either, live the American dream whatever the fuck that is.

Or, have our orifices filled with gallons of gooey spunk by strange men and their oddly shaped sausages. Only wishing to be the next worthless piece of rosey flesh matter to sit on Mr. Tusions grotesque DNA infested couch just to feel more important than we really are; thinking it'll rain perty colors of glitter falling from the heavens of MeatCash while Dirty Harry pokes her throat like a toilet plunger and massages the dark sphincter cave ever so eloquently... to actually realize the moment you open your eyes to face reality, the glitter was mistaken for Mr. Poo and Mr. Asparagus spitting & pissing on you. You get the picture..."I'm gonna be a Starrrr!!! A PORRRRNNNN STarrrr!" - Crystal Ray (White Trash Whore 28)