Scientology, how about that? You hold on to the tin cans and then this guy asks you
a bunch of questions, and if you pay enough money you get to join the master race.
How's that for a religion?
- F.Zappa
Christopher. Walken. »Our driver told the story of his childhood spirit animal - which was apparently a civet cat or seasoned marmot. I'm hungry for a pickle now.« from here (probably not real, but rather entertaining)
