Ecstacy Goon, a tall thin, man with the face of a harassed rat who's eyebrows quiver, his eyes pop, his nostrils dilate, and the skin over his cheekbones tighten in anticipation of dining on a kidney pie, fresh cut and steaming from a dialysis patient, served au naturel, urethra detached.      Bon appetit!

                What a wonderful bird the frog are!
                When he walk, he fly almost;
                When he sing, he cry almost.
                He ain't got no tail hardly, either.
                He sit on what he ain't got almost.

                 Starkle, starkle little twink,
                 Who the hell you are you think?
                 I'm not under alcofluence of incohol,
                 Though some thinkle peep I am.
                 I fool so feelish.  I don't know who is me
                 for the drunker I sit here, the longer I get.

Halitosis is better'n no breath a'tall.

8 pounds of meat in a steel box - ready to bite…. anything.

Look he's got a lot of things to do today, and wiping his ass just isn't one of them.  Had he used a subtle butt pad he could have saved himself the public humiliation of not practicing toilet hygiene.  Didn't have to bother washing his hands either since he didn't bother wiping his ass.

When entering Lucky Eddie's Hovel, look around doorways and windows carefully before flying in, you never know when he might be armed with a swatter and a pea shooter.