So nerds rule.
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
Oh, I get it,” I said. “It’s a parable. Cute. Let’s go eat.
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 United States.
Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell.
By Aladdin’s lamplit scrotum, man! Everything is a story. What is there but stories? Stories are the only truth.
Why is it one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere, but one must busta cap in someone’s ass?
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
There’s always a bloody ghost.
I’ll bet he was myrrh. Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me.
Will there be heinous fuckery, Pocket?
Inside, I was like: “Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter!
Most killer whales are just four tons of doofus dressed up like a police car.
Of course they won’t bloody remember, they’ll be dead.′ Then she called him a name in a dead language that translated, roughly, to ‘poop on a stick,’ but sounded more succinct, like this: ‘Of course they won’t bloody remember, they’ll be dead, Poopstick.
Whistler,′ Manet called. ‘How’s your mother?
When it appeared that even the most passive-aggressive attempts would not work, Charlie resorted to the ultimate Beta Male Attack, which was to tolerate Alvin and Mohammed’s presence, but to resent the hell out of them and drop snide remarks whenever he had the chance.
Jealousy makes you feel bad, but God is jealous, so it must be good. Yet when a dog licks its balls it seems to enjoy it, but it must be bad under the law.
You know, he doesn’t have to be the only one bopped in the noggin when noggin-boppin’ time rolls around.
They don’t cover what to do with a dead hooker. That’s a whole different program. Political science, I think.
You cannot believe what you do not believe, Rumi siad. I am an Untouchable because my karma dictates it.