We are the legal stomach-intestine-toilet whores.

Right, ok, so Bing Cat o’ log chesty dam snue rat horse ride email.

I have never in my life been more flaccid than I am at this moment.

These new shoes make me feel like I'm walking on dead babies.

If I had a nose like fluorine I wouldn't be wishing anyone a merry Christmas.

Nothing says Hawaii like Canada.

Glass shards are a poor substitute for meatballs.

We've got it up, now we're trying to make it bigger.

I don't like angry soul food bitches. I like happy soul food bitches.

I'm the godfather! I own the seagulls!

Ketchup is the herpes of condiments.

No stickers for you, butt-poker!

My mother is not currently lactating.

I guess it's not exactly an orifice.

I got no meat packed in me last night.

Suck the head! SUCK IT!