Multiple Personality Barbie. She’s elegant, she’s fashionable, and she’s the reason that Ken has no genitals! Have fun, but remember to hide the sharp stuff!
My kingdom for a razor-blade cowcatcher and Cuisinart wheel covers to cut my path through this herd of ignorant peasant meat, she thought. Then: Whoa, I guess I really do need the meds.
Nothing evokes the prurient like puritanism.
The Emperor decided to make a proclamation to his 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...
You've always been broken, love, it's the crux of your character.
Night crawled across the desert sky like a black cat with phosphorus dandruff.
This is a time in baseball when steroids have become a pretty big deal. On our team, you got Barry Bonds, who is hitting home runs like a mortar barrage, and whose head has grown to a size where when...
This is a bawdy tale. Herein you will find gratuitous shagging, murder, spanking, maiming, treason, and heretofore unexplored heights of vulgarity and profanity, as well as non-traditional grammar, sp...
Políticos: vociferantes putas de la retórica.
Raziel! Go forth into the land and lay waste unto two good-size Wal-Marts, slay until blood doth flow from all bargains and all the buildings are but rubble — and pick up a few Snickers bars for yours...
No matter where he went in the City, there was an odoriferous mix of food and vehicles, like the alchemic concoctions of some mad gourmet mechanic: Kung Pao Saab Turbo, Buick Skylark Carbonara, Sweet-...
You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's syndrome.
The key to retaining their respect was to find out what they wanted to do, then tell them to do it.
No, you don’t understand, young man. You couldn’t understand. Emily was my life. I got up in the morning for her, I went to work for her, I built a business for her. I couldn’t wait to get home at nig...
Bet he was myrrh, said Josh. Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me. My mother told me the myrrh went bad after a week too. Did I mention that Joshua was not a myrrh fan?
No. Tommy turned and headed toward the door. As he reached it he turned and said, I'm not fucked. The Sartre reader looked up from his book and said, We all are. We all are.
¡eres como si Insoportable e Irritante hubieran tenido un hijo por el culo!
Nobody's perfect. Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him....
Nobody’s perfect….
We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions
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