Anything for a friend, Amos.

I hate those friggin' labels that those stoopid shirt companies put near the collars. F#ck 'em and the horses they rode in on.

I hate those friggin' jars that ya have to be Arnie to open.

I really hate crabs. I had 'em once and I still hate the f#ckin' things.

And I hate cockroaches. All of them. Every f###in' last one of 'em.