The cake is a lie. The cake is always a lie.

Home is where the pancreas is.

I thought it was an "Oh my god, ponies!" moment.

I like the long, hard ones. Oh, my God, that's going straight onto the Internet, isn't it?

I was thinking I would drill my tail hole before I paint it.

So what's up with guys always having to spread their seed?

With my luck I'll be the girl with the twenty-foot clitoris.

The eyes are the groin of the face.

I cannot even begin to tell you about the ridiculousness of yogurt.

Then I was walking around for a few months without an elbow.

Fish tacos make me think bad things.

Asians make the best trannies.

Quit staring at my taco!

There's a gay singer in my bra.

So, yeah, it was rigidly pressed in the watershed.

Cut off my screamy pants.

Geeze, people are after our chicken like crack. Our chicken is crack!

Say your prayers, mantis pants!