You whoreson scalawag! said I. You flesh-turd dropped stinking from the poxy arsehole of a hare-lipped harlot!
You know, there's a 12 step program for gambling. You should look into that.Twelve steps. Coyote laughed. I'll bet I can do it in six.
Winter denial: therein lay the key to California Schadenfreude--the secret joy that the rest of the country feels at the misfortune of California. The country said: Look at them, with their fitness an...
Will there be heinous fuckery, Pocket?
When did chicken become like plutonium anyway, for Christ’s sake? You can’t let it touch you or it’s certain fucking death. And eggs and hamburgers kill you unless you cook them to the consistency of...
Well, you know, she was winded for a few minutes from kicking your ass, but she is just a little girl. The
Well, it is written, two out of three ain’t bad. Where is that written? Dalmatians 9:7, I think—doesn’t matter, no one else could have done what you did.
We will bring your guilt as well. You wouldn’t have escaped it anyway. It is a parent’s gift.
We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.
We can build cities for the Romans. Actually, I was thinking about saving mankind. Forget that nonsense, Josh. Rocks, I tell you.
They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.
There’s no such thing as a conservative hero.’ He was wise, that old man.
Their names are Death, Disease, War, and Sparkle-Darkle Glitter-tits, Sophie said. They’re the four little ponies of the Apocalypse.
The visual conjured in Val's mind - all that parched, wrinkled flesh in furious friction - culminated in flames, as if some giant cosmic Boy Scout had decided to rub two old people together to make a...
The night was crisp and the stars shone with a cold blue light like loneliness or infinity.
Son, I’ma tell you something ain’t nobody else in the world can tell you: you got no soul. And I’ma tell your future, too: you ain’t never gonna get a soul, you keep makin’ people’s shit small. Evan’s...
Snake eyes! the croupier said. Lizard dick! Coyote shouted back.This sent me to convulsions.
Si tuvierais más dioses, no os preocuparía tanto que se enfadara solo uno.
Shylock repointed his twitching, accusatory digit at his daughter. You do not say such things in my house. You—you—you—you— Run along, love, it appears that Papa’s been stricken with an apoplexy of th...
She's studying the Existentialists this month. Asked for a study day last week to kill an Arab on the beach.