“Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut? Why don't you take a flying fuck at the mooooooooooooon?”
“Go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut,” murmured Paul Lazzaro in his azure nest. “Go take a flying fuck at the moon”
“What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I'm concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.”
“Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.”
“...why don't you take a picture of yourself next to a fucking job application? How about that?”
“Go take a flying fuck at the moon.”