HEY MOM! CAN WE GET SOME MEATLOAF? What is she doing back there? I never know what she's doing.
Share that with the Dalai Lama, jack ass!
Death, you are my bitch lover!
I think he's on steroids. It's like trying to cover a fucking race horse.
Yeah, her boyfriend just died. In a hang-gliding accident! What an idiot! What a loser! "Hey, I'm hang-gliding! Aaaahhh! Take a picture, honey, I'm dead!
Don't waste your time on girls with hats. They tend to be very proper.
Yeah? Well, the proper girl in the hat just eye-fucked the shit out of me.
You look beat. Soft mattress?
Soft mattress? Yeah, it could have been the soft mattress. Or the midnight rape. Or the nude gay art show that took place in my room last night. One of those three probably contributed to the lack of sleep.