Give me the enchilada with the pickle sauce shoved up between the donkey's ass until he can't come anymore.
Hair growing out every hole in me.
Do we really want to know how Michael Jackson makes his music? No. We want to understand why he needs the bones of the Elephant Man -- and, until he tells us, it doesn't make too much difference whether or not he really is ''bad.
Anyone who is disturbed by the idea of newts in a nightclub is potentially dangerous.
I want a girl that can swallow my pride.
These girls wouldn't let just anybody spew on their vital parts, they wanted a guy from a group with a big hit song on the charts.