Shoes off in the whale! And don't try and make a break for the anus.
Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.
Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the lilies as I waved about my willie, If I only had a schlong.
What this movie needs is more brain eating zombies.