They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I find it's often in huge tits, too.

Sure, companies say they're sensitive to their employees' cultural heritages, but show up on casual Friday wearing a necklace made from the ears of your vanquished enemies and all hell breaks loose.

Tapping melons with your knuckles is a good way of making your selection in the store, but apparently it's frowned upon at the strip club.

Women are like wine: I can only afford the really cheap ones that have the big, ugly boxes that leak.

I bet that the best thing about being a hermaphrodite is that you always get to use the bathroom with the shortest line.

As an enlisted sailor, I don't feel that the Navy is advancing me in rank fast enough, so I'm going to change my last name to Stains. My guess is they would rather promote me than to have to refer to me as Seaman Stains.

Light up a spliff and hit the strip club.