Trannies dress up like women, then try to bang straight guys. They're the adrenaline junkies of gayness.

Everybody's angry with me because, apparently, I outed my cousin during an argument over a turkey leg. My cousin goes, 'You had the last leg.' I was like, 'You're gay.

We're born alone and we die alone. So in between, let's spend time with people that make us feel good... or at least put-out.

Women often use large fake breasts like a gun, pointing the weapon at you in an attempt to garner the attention their father never gave them.

The more I get to know people, the less I know about people.

There are few places more lonely than a crowded night club.

Sex sells, unless you're dehydrated in which case you'd be much more likely to purchase water.