Kitty spent the whole day finding the mot juste, then he killed the fucker.

                   The fifties really were fucked-up.

Dear life, when I asked if things could get any worse, it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.

        "We don't all tote guns and chew tobacco"

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility, I suffer more of one and less of the other.

I have never heard a single person ever say they loved the smell  of a toe, any toe, oh, yeah, I forgot the foot fetish persons, they like'em, lick'em too.