[bam]

The eyes are the nipples of the face.

[bam]

I will pray for your cock.

[bam]

What if she laughs at me? Then you punch her in the fucking head.

[bam]

Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water and BAM (Obvious why I like this one, right?). A fucking bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya- would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?

[bam]

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.

[bam]

Could I get a real bottle please? I'm an alcoholic not a Barbie doll.

[bam]

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

[bam]

Relinquishing junk. Stage one, preparation. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium, which I've already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way also a drug addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect.

[spunky]

right turn clyde...

[bam]

Eastwood?

[bam]

No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

[bam]

We grow copious amounts of ganja here, and you're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don't look like your average hortifuckingculturalist.

[spunky]

Was she in there before you baked it?

[spunky]

another quaalude and she's gonna love me again...

[bam]

Was she in there before you baked it?

Not sure...

[bam]

another quaalude and she's gonna love me again...

Scarface

[spunky]

Not sure...

adam's family when lurch rolls out the cake with the stripper in it for uncle fester and she's toasted...

[bam]

Oh yeah! Wow, it's been a loooong time since I saw that one.

[dodsno]

almost any stuff from the big lebowsky

[bam]

You said it man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.