Bworst?

  I feel like we would make the best or the worst lesbian couple. I can't tell. - Ana

Oh, Dad.

Dad: "Better'n a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."
me: "Ah, ever the optimist."
Dad: "Although at just the right time a poke in the eye can be quite nice."


About the neighborhood ducks: "Seems that Ferdinand has bit it. There's a new guy on the scene. But Julie is around. Ferdinand was the banded duck that was with her, but he mighta bit it. There's some other lout about."

On coming back to town to visit: "Eh, when you live in New York, you don't come back to scumtown. Just remember, once you move back to shitbox here you'll be bored to tears."

Geoff Taylor

When I die, there will be a dirge of circus people playing the closing theme to SNL (a waltz in A), marching through the interstate highways with dancing strippers decorated as...harpies. Orphans dressed in ponchos coated with dioxin fling water balloons filled with vitriol, and there's a fire twirler.

Adam Hutton

I've decided my supervillian name is going to be "Sarcasmo" and I'm making a compound or device that alters the brain such that my victims won't be able to tell if someone is being serious or sardonic for several hours, and while the security guards are angrily re-assuring each other "no, I really mean it, I'm serious" I slip in and steal all the ...things. Jewels or something maybe? I don't know, I haven't really thought this out too far ahead.

Does anybody have a Lycra body suit or something I can have?

Me: that's a nice suit. BK: thanks! It's a blue surge... Me: Do they make it in men's? BK: you FUCK!

"Oh yeah, I forgot to text my mom congratulations for getting married yesterday."

That is a thing that was said.

Ann, hung over, puking at quarter to 4:
"The only cool thing about that was my tears made my eyelashes look like Twiggy."

That's a bad bitch, I think.