When the Wit Runs Out

I'm all full of wit, sarcasm, vinegar, and heat. I'm bursting with fruit flavor yet bland as oatmeal. I'm funny, lovable, wild eyed, and bushy tailed. I'm arrogant yet kinda shy. I'm N to da A - O to da M brickit I. (umm yeah the brickit is a record scratch. Duh. you didn't hear it?) Don't even ask me where this attitude comes from. Just watch. Just listen. And you'll see it's clearly in my blood. I think the exhaustion is finally taking over my brain because I've obviously lost my mind. When I'm so famous that I need muscle I want ganstars like this guarding me... They look pretty tough, right?