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A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.
Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.
I refuse to enter a wet T-Shirt Contest until my breasts look more like breasts, and less like something I read more
I refuse to enter a wet T-Shirt Contest until my breasts look more like breasts, and less like something I should tuck into my pants.
Sarcasm is the language of the devil, for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.
Sarcasm is the language of the devil, for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.
This is it, folks. This is the idea which has kept me virtually unknown for the past 16 years. I read more
This is it, folks. This is the idea which has kept me virtually unknown for the past 16 years. I have watched my crowds dwindle. I am going nowhere, and nowhere quick, but, those of you who have children, I am sorry to tell you this, but they are not special. Wait! I know some of you are going "what, what?" Let me just clarify: I know YOU think they're special ... ha ha ha! I'm aware of that. I'm just here to tell you, that they're NOT! Ha ha ha ha! Sorry. Did you know that every time a guy comes he comes two-hundred million sperm? One out of TWO-HUNDRED MILLION – that load, we're only talking about one load – connected: gee, what are the fucking odds? Do you know what that means? I've wiped nations off've my chest with a grey gymsock. ENTIRE CIVILISATIONS HAVE FLAKED AND CRUSTED IN THE HAIR AROUND MY NAVEL! [...] I've tossed universes in my underpants while napping. Boom! A Milkyway shoots into my jockeyshorts: "Unngh ... what's for fucking breakfast?!"
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the read more
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
Sarcasm: intellect on the offensive
Sarcasm: intellect on the offensive
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
