Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal

People, generally, suck.

This is the man who called the fire department when the toilet backed up, and I'm asking him for help. What was I thinking? Why am I attracted to weak men?

One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.

I've seen more intelligence in the crotch lice of harem whores.