Words is all I have left to play with.

That’s where I come in. I’ll sell the shit out of it.

Smell you later.

I’ve done the research. Karen and I belong together.

I think we should go out there and fuck all the people we never fucked. Let’s just rock out with our cocks out! Carpe motherfucking diem, baby!

Hank wrote a new book? Well, fuck me running!

Now, I don’t know if that makes me a fucking rug-muncher. But that sweet, little Goth nutjob makes this girl want to put her finger in the dike.

You keep rolling with the marital discord, and I see you across from Oprah on a big yellow couch. Fingers crossed.