relax soft touch, max was the personification of the male id and his antics trace well back to the caveman days.

you understand max when you understand gag factor was just fear factor without clothes on. and if you were a young lady nursing a drug habit in a weekly L.A. apartment, given the choice between max's piss, or blended rats, well you were drinking the yellow stuff and you were burping and you were saying thank you.

it'll be interesting to see if max reinvents himself and to what end, will we find him and female in yellow body stockings on gym mats making very slow movements, almost slow motion set to enya dribble and the boredom is inexplicable, a masterpiece of boredom that is "Max's Blow Yoga Vol. 1"

but first he'll deal with the small matter of rolling back layla's minor remodeling of chateau max into 6000 square feet of meth lab.