One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
You're trying to be tricky. What's morality?It's the difference between what's right and what you can rationalize.
A woman’s magazine quiz:Question: You decide to do the dread deed and just as things are starting to get hot he comes, rolls over, and asks, Was it good for you?You:a. Say, God, yes! That was the best...
We can build cities for the Romans. Actually, I was thinking about saving mankind. Forget that nonsense, Josh. Rocks, I tell you.
The Painting is not shit,' said Lucien.'I know,' said Henri. 'That was just part of the subterfuge. I am of royal lineage; subterfuge is one of the many talents we carry in our blood, along with guile...
So, there on the front step, he decided to go with total hysteria. He started breathing hard, pumping up some tears, got a good whimpering sob going, then opened the door with a dieseling back sniffle...
People, generally, suck.
Privacy is a wonderful thing. Like love, privacy is most manifest in its absence.
The Greeks believe the Fates are three sisters: one is Order, who spins out the linear thread of a life from the beginning; another is Irony, who gently cocks up the thread, marking it with some pecul...
The Emperor decided to make a proclamation to the troops about the importance of compassion in the face of the rising tide of heinous fuckery and political weaselocity in the nearby kingdom of the Uni...
The dull always seek to be clever at the fool's expense, to somehow repay him for his cutting wit, but never are they clever, and often they are cruel.
So I like slept till eleven, because we’re on Christmas break, only it’s called winter break now because Jesus is AN OPPRESSIVE ZOMBIE BASTARD AND WE DO NOT BOW DOWN TO HIS BIRTHDAY! At least not at A...
The entire city of Las Vegas—plastic opulence, treasure for the taking, vulgar towers, and cocktail waitresses with improbable breasts—is built on the self-delusion of the Beta Male.
Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.
That won’t work, isn’t Special Forces where everyone gets a hug? Charlie called. That’s the Special Olympics, Rivera said
Their names are Death, Disease, War, and Sparkle-Darkle Glitter-tits, Sophie said. They’re the four little ponies of the Apocalypse.
Theophilus Crowe wrote bad free-verse poetry and played a jimbai drum while sitting on a rock by the ocean. He could play sixteen chords on the guitar and knew five Bob Dylan songs all the way through...
Tastes like shit!
Nobody likes a dead whore.
The only way to control the faithful is to not become one of them
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