What do you think about that?

Then why don't you go and kill an innocent woman in a road rage accident? Maybe the prison gin will finally lay you out on the slab you sick fuck.

You used to call me a friend, Willie. What happened and how do I get that love back?
I didn't create pornographic gagging, the pornographers did. Such a thing never entered my consciousness until it was placed there by the likes of Steward and Brenda Iron. Yes, I found it very much to my liking. So much so that now I want to retire and spend my days in a horizontal saltwater isolation tank like Bill Hurt in 'Altered States, the only stimuli a collation of gagging sounds from pornography hours upon hours in duration in which the same lady gagging is never repeated.

This is a brilliant response^

That IS love coming from Willie.