Filth, I'm glad to say, is in the mind of the beholder. When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.
I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.
They love us everywhere we go. So when in doubt, send the Marines.
Alas, irreverence has been subsumed by mere grossness, at least in the so-called mass media. What we have now - to quote myself at my most pretentious - is a nimiety of scurrility with a concomitant exiguity of taste.
Always predict the worst, and you'll be hailed as a prophet.
Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.