Where are my genetically engineered skull weevils? This ain't the future!

My digestive tract is converting it to feces even as we speak!

Does this anus smell weird to you?

Your whole family is made out of idiosyncratically flavoured carbon.

You smell nice and you have good juice.

The combination of these colors makes this look like a gangrenous wound. Or Christmas.

Just...PICK A COW AND SUCK ON IT!

It’s a duck penis situation down there.

Can the medieval ploughman be standing upright, please?

Some prefer working with smaller ones. It all depends what feels better in your hands.

This may be the last thing I say with my penis attached.

Life truly is an event-filled diaper sandwich!

You are a fool, no one can explain Hegel except for Hegel, and even he can't explain it.

Anarchists do not frolic.

Urinal conversation is alright as long as the guy doesn’t compliment you on your watch.

Mmm...Kierkegaard and sea urchin mating habits.

Hand back the meat in your son’s pants.

I do hate danglers, they never work the way you want them to!

Time passes very slowly when you’re in a hippo’s mouth.

I don’t often have the opportunity to imagine licking my instrument, slapping or otherwise.

Hey, hold my noodle while I mount this whale.

Well, that was a sphincter-puckering moment.

Zelda! Stop drinking my Jew water!!

Sticking it in is more popular but not everything works the same way.

Dark and sticky! But I’m a bit of a diggy player and I like the friction!

I’ll take boob money over ball-sack money any day!

If you keep asking l will offer you my cheesy balls which you may not find so appealing.

When the time comes, it will explode in your mouth, and you’ll enjoy it.

HOOKER SPIT!!!  That is my new catch phrase and perhaps new super power.

But then, stink bugs might want to dance the watusi in my shorts, but you have to draw the line somewhere!

I had the biggest banana of my life this morning at the Hard Rock!

Who needs attention when you can lick your own crotch?

She should not snort her father!

So...about this testicle confiscation...

Give me your best price, infinite monkeys!

Who speaks in people without clothes at ufpr does not know the cold building of the rectory.

You never know what kind of scum will need a wiener.

Let’s do something sausage-oriented soon.

It doesn’t have to make sense as long as someone is getting hit with a banana!

Do I get to record the sounds you make while sending the toilet to Hell later?

I seem to have gained the upper hand in the battle against my internal organs.

Prepare your battlefield and call the dildos to help!

I have 4 minutes of tongue left. 

My culture is not your fluffy pancake.

Let’s not get started on the whole sausage roll debacle.

I tried to download you yesterday but there was just a bunch of little people running around everywhere.

I don’t feel qualified to answer Kotex-box-caliber questions. I’m just not absorbent enough.

Let feeble Europe tremble before the majesty of Britain’s bendy bananas, for our sperm glistens with the glory of Britannia!

A banana has a smell like a strong scent of the smell.

I’ll kiss Hank’s butt for you, you bunless cut-wienered kraut-eater.

I was playing Forge of Empires and people kept polishing my obelisk.

My soul isn’t black! It’s obsidian! Ain’t no basic color; it’s multidimensional!

Patient educated on not riding with chainsaw in the uplifted bucket of the Bobcat.

Imagine it. A McRib, devoid of its spiritual essence.

Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat?