A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.