There’s a reasonable argument to be made that his corpse is less desecrated now than it was a few minutes ago. 

 I’m not letting my arm sniff my armpit. 

My brain is a fickle bongo.

You are a man with a fork in a world of soup. 

Do they still use these things in school, chicken jockeys?

I don’t give blow jobs to sharks. 

I hope you’re prepared to blaze a trail through my intestines.

What you whiteboys don’t realize is that the foreskin is not a chew toy!

You’re infested with a bunch of tiny spleens. 

You can think of this vagina as your gift to me. 

I was imagining grassy plains of free-roaming sausages living their best lives. 

Jacket like te jacket Ducati ziggety beam bomb boom the good. 

We got to see a picture of a giant space anus. 

I don’t think a pizza made with lidar diodes would be very good. 

He’s playing a game, and his butthole is winning.

Oh, you’re such a thong string!

Nothing says Christmas like mass decapitations!