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Joe Mama said:
Gus, why's yo' wife always fallin' down my stairs, muthafucka?!?




You come up every fuckin' year, Gus and you burn down my motherfuckin' backyard and your wife rips down the steps! Why ? I work hard to get my place beautiful and then the motherfucker come over and rips the steps down! Look at the motherfuckin' steps! They're fucked up, Gus! Why can't she walk the steps?
You know why she can't walk the steps? 'cos she's a fat hairy bitch! That's why!



Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi