A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
- 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?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?