My backdoor needs a special screw. I need a backdoor screw. I gotta have a backdoor screw.

Whoa, all the blood just like, rushed back into my ovaries!

Fuck! Shit! Tits! Oh, Fuck! I completely forgot! Bollocks!

All life is a blur of Republicans and meat.

Did I somehow spray myself with asshole attractant this morning?

I'm sure he's a nice kid, but he looks like a beaver.

Mine's minimized and I can't get it up!

Well, gimme a chicken head in a bowl and maybe I'll shut up.

I could make good use of a black queen right now.

Oh, well, so much for weed whacking.

All I could smell was grundle. It was absolutely frightening.

This is not your run-of-the-mill apocalypse.

Well, that has no bearing on her sphincter.