I'm not invited to any exciting parties and my life hasn't really changed.
If you’re not happy looking a knob in the face, there’s something wrong.
Parrots have gone a bit quiet since pirates have gone.
Why is it alright to be going around, going mental with a gun, shooting all the monkeys and killing them? Because one day we're going to run out.
When i was younger i remember once i went to bed and i was so happy that i laughed myself to sleep.
It's like there's some unwritten rule that if you're mates, you can say what you want to each other, and you don't really get that annoyed about it.