Do you think Paris Hilton speaks French?

Alright this is a robbery. If any of you fucking pricks moves I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you.

Who remembers Limp Bizkit? Remember them, and the chocolate starfish hot dog water? Man, I didn't listen to that CD. I wonder what the lead singer is doing right now. I can't remember his name, nope I really can't remember now. Maybe I'll remember later.

Don't be fooled by limitations.

I think about her everytime I poop.

Thanks for giving us syphilis

If you love something let it go, and wouldn't it be great if it returned

November is Toll Plaza Safety Month -- New Jersey Toll Plaza

Never should I have a dream that this nation should rise up and walk away its pounds.

Cuz once in a while you get shown in the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.

I love her like the worst itch you've ever had. She is my crabs.

For the bathroom radiator, turning the dial to 8, which opens the pressure valve results in a bathroom that is very hot.

The crunchy fall afternoon leaves make for a good nap it seems.

Maybe one day it will be tomorrow.

He's got me by the gray area.

This decade is more than half (1/2) over.

The daffodil where your mind once was is in need of water.

Without any problem I became a bug.

After his eyes had readjusted to the post-theater sunlight he learned something about himself, he didn't accept other people nor their viewpoints. Stupid laughing bastards.

Yes with an iff, no with a butt.

AGAINST THE PERUVIAN MONSTER!!!

My vessel has occured a dent!

His eyes shot up, he finally realized why everyone was starring at him, and it wasn't the brutal beating he was delivering in the crowded city street. It was the wiffle-ball bat he was using to no avail.

you sick, sick bastards

Things you will never hear out of a pianist

* I hate playing the piano

* No, I don't know what happens if you bang all the keys at once

* Middletown parking garages don't play nearly enough classical

* A belch

* More Cowbell!

* An ounce of gratitude

I'm sorry, I know I've already asked this but, Are you down with O.P.P.?

one in one million

Three years ago I took a photograph of a crowded subway car in Washington D.C. Tonight I saw a woman from that photograph at a concert in Middletown Connecticut. She is as astonished as I am.

The theloneious microphonous taps by my winter's morn.

In Timbuktu everything is far.

He looked sharp. Sharper than the razors used to shave his beard. Sharper than the broken pieces of glass that used to be his mirror before he looked into it. Traffic didn't stop, people got out of their cars.

Shower slower.