“When you hear the sound of thunder
Don’t you get too scared
Just grab your thunder buddy
And say these magic words Fuck you thunder!
You can suck my dick
You can’t get me thunder
‘Cause you’re just God’s farts.”
“HE FOCKING LEFT THE BAND? HE FOCKING LEFT THE BAND! Hello? Do you know what I mean? He fucking left the band! I mean, period! Exclamation point! Yeah? Which part of that is forgotten, I just… Which part of that got, left out of the equation? When did we turn into the bad guys, I don’t understand that part… He fucking left the fucking band! Jesus Christ…”
“Oh, YOU. Every village has its asshole and you’re it, y’see that’s what happens when cousins fuck! Yeah, hurr hurr, put your hands up, who’s the idiot? Yeah, put you hands down you fuckin’ asshole, 60,000 sperm and you’re the one that won.”
“And there was a time in this country, a long time ago, when reading wasn’t just for fags and neither was writing. People wrote books and movies, movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!”