“Sure, companies say they’re sensitive to their employees’ cultural heritages, but show up on casual Friday wearing a necklace made from the ears of your vanquished enemies and all hell breaks loose.”

When you think about it, there is really a fine line between being a proctologist and just being a perverted ass-freak. And according to the judge who sentenced me, that line is called a ‘medical degree’.

So then you feel bad and go back to the addictive behavior to get more dopamine. The strange thing is that it works with what we think of as uppers and downers and whatever you call gambling – sidewaysers.

Women are like wine: I can only afford the really cheap ones that have the big, ugly boxes that leak.

A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo, Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho…tel, To get a good night’s sleep, I’m keeping in step. Now do I come off? Yep.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

We are Easter people living in a Good Friday world.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

I can’t remember a Friday when I was younger when I wasn’t eating a pizza, flirting with the barman.

I came home every Friday afternoon, riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I’d take them all to dinner. All runaways.

I’m glad that my films have been consistently faring well rather than one stray Friday!