"Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life."

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I'm living on coffee, cigarettes and hospitality food. My bags and things are all over this hotel room in Dallas, but the scene could easily be in London, Paris, New York of LA. My eyes are burning, my knees hurt and I hate to say it, but a certain and vital part of my nether region is beginning to smell like peanut butter. Welcome to life on tour.

— Corey Taylor