You are not the President. No one who leads so many could possibly kneel so quickly.
You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.
German sources there are saying that our claims are wildly exaggerated.
Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
I hate Illinois nazis…
Now you listen to me. The Devil in the Keep wears a black uniform, has a Death’s Head in his cap, and calls himself a Sturmbannführer!
“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven”, is that it?
That’s not what my father wanted!
You wanna know how I got these scars? My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and says, “Why so serious?” Comes at me with the knife. “WHY SO SERIOUS?” He sticks the blade in my mouth… “Let’s put a smile on that face.”
My impression of life at Big Bri’s house,
“Son?” “Yeah, Dad?”
“How was your day, son?” “Great, Dad. How’s yours?”
“Super. Say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?” “Great, Dad. But I got homework to do.”
“That’s okay, son. You can do it on the boat.” “Gee.”
“Hon, isn’t our son swell?” “Yes, dear. Isn’t life swell?”
One time I was over there. One bathroom for nine people? And I never did see a toilet.
Not born- shit into existence.
Kill me quickly.
Fine, I’ll kill you later.
You never said anything about killing anyone.
We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
If you wanna pop that puppy’s can you don’t have to grease him so hard, jarhead.
Crisco Oil Party. Room 419. Pass it on.
Clara! Clara, my electric’s out again, Clara! I’m gonna miss my soaps!
Yeah? How?