The Lord yeeteth and the Lord yoinketh away. 

It’s a lovely morning in Hell, and you are a horrible goose. 

First we’ll put it in the A hole, and if that doesn’t work we’ll try the other one. 

Maybe if I painted it white and drew a filter on it, she’d let me put it in her mouth. 

People really need to believe more in their ability to beat up birds.

She’s kind of busy since the dog exploded. 

I wish I was less awkward about, you know, the whole seduction paradigm. 

I don’t care how well you clean it, I am not doing shots out of that alligator!