Post by natedagreat on May 27, 2012 8:48:14 GMT -5
Dumb and Dumber.
â€œMy dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!â€
No. No, I'm sorry, I don't know the number to, uh, my savings account because believe it or not I don't spend my entire day sitting around trying to memorize the quacking numbers to my quacking bank accounts! Moron!
Who dare to wake me? Ain't gonna mame this a mystery. Don't wanna do time on your wishes three. Watch it, boy! You don't want to dis me! Or I'll dish out my misery. Now. who's that sorry wanna-be that disturbed my z's? If you wanna be number one, I'm sorry boy, that's been done! But if you got the itches for a sack of riches don't matter how avaricious, I'm the man that can grant your wishes! Hey, don't turn your butt on me! I'm the man of the ages, straight out of the pages. Hang on! I'm contagious, outrageous, spontaneous! You can't contain this.
Post by xjenNjuicex on Jun 16, 2012 11:24:44 GMT -5
"Ok, reality check, Liz is in the trunk of this car. And she is dead. That is a sad, f*cked up thing, but you are going to walk into that school and strut your sh*t down the hallway like everything is peachy f*cking keen."
I wonder what it is you might think about our different worlds. He looked at me kinda sideways and said, "Human beings are the only creatures on Earth who claim a God, and the only living thing that behaves like it hasn't got one. Does the world belong to no one but you?" And when he said it, I was taken aback. Not because of who was doing the talking. Because I finally understood the connection between children scavenging for food, and shiny brass plates on the front doors of banks.
Life!... is full of surprises. Consider the fate of this creature's poor mother, struck down in the fourth month of her maternal condition by an elephant, a wild elephant. Struck down!... on an uncharted African isle. The result is plain to see...
Post by superfurryanimal on Jun 20, 2012 20:14:09 GMT -5
Welcolm to the Dollhouse
Now go on ahead, y'know, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help, 'n watch him fly. Now, in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else... that's the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas, an' down here... you're on your own.
You give out very little sugar with your pronouncements. While I sat there watchin' I gave some thought to stealin' a kiss... though you are very young, and sick... and unattractive to boot. But now I have a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt.
Post by nicthedick85 on Jun 24, 2012 13:42:43 GMT -5
F*ck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. F*ck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, f*ck J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in f*ckin' Otisville, J.!
"lf l desired a man. lf l was thinking about a man's body, like how the light reflects off of his sweaty back..." "Am I interrupting something?" "We're great. Have a seat." "Let me ask you a question, Is the highlight reel considered cheating?"