The American Dream ( I )

Sometimes you spend too long looking at porn. Too long wanking off.

Sometimes you spend too long in the shower, day dreaming.

And sometimes you just have too many things to do, too many things to think through and about, and a sphere with a tail to animate that you didn't get to animate properly the week prior because you were having the time of your life.

And those times you can always follow, and live, The American Dream.

Well, I mean, cooking wise, don't go around killing natives, overthrowing governments in South America via your central intelligence agency, nor go around yelling at buses filled with children. Because that's just mean. Instead just cook a goddamn hot-dog. And eat some ice-cream.