Since I became a rebel, I’ve always had a rebellious streak running through me. In the year known as 1998, on a cold November evening in Dublin, Ireland, I did something that I was not supposed to do. I’ve lived with what I did since the day that it happened and there could well have been consequences that I would have had to live with. As it turns out, there were no consequences at all but that’s not the point. In college, I was voted “most likely to sleep through an entire semester” and I happily obliged. I once went to a job interview and was asked if I would remove my tattoo. I told the interviewer that I would consider putting my pants back on but there was no way I was getting my tattoo of Princess Leia removed. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that Bill Y isn’t hardcore:
You’re the hardcorest of the hardcore, Bill.
Well, I must say that is an innovative approach to the problem of high shelves.
Bill Y is all about innovation!
You are the baddest of the bad Bill Y! This kind of behavior could lead to a jail sentence that includes 24-hour piped in Bon Jovi music
Now if you had of threatened me with that, I wouldn’t have committed the crime!