My bodyguard is responsible for everything related to my body, including moving the stuff I surround my body with.

Got legit sick filming this. Didn’t sleep for 48 hrs. Not cuz of drugs, you haters, b/c I’m an effing method actor.

I consider getting a baby. At least I think that’s what happens. It’s been a while since I read the script.

Bodyguard flat out refuses to be my daddy baby, so I flat out threaten to steal his sperm.

I’m tired of waiting around for that special someone to have a baby for me.

I learn never to drive drunk. Especially when driving a blimp.

I know to get emotional when the piano music kicks in.

I get acting lessons from the Academy Award-winning creep-o.

I decide to get a cat rather than have a baby because it’s more expensive.

I’m going back to college to get my The Bachelor degree.

Can I have an extension on that paper I have to write? I have to learn how to write.

I ended up getting an “F” for “F”-ort.

It’s just a little crush and I throw up a little every time they touch.

But Ashley doesn’t have nipple hair!

Quiet, Evil Dragon, I’m trying to write a description!

A date with Zac Efron? Zac Ef yes!

Is this about all those blimps I crashed? Because I keep telling you guys, I don’t care.

Do you feel lucky, Bodyguard? Are you a Luckyguard?