Thursday, March 31, 2005

Q: How come everyone knows what your mom did last night?
A: It was written all over her face.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

I impaled your mom on my MassPike.
When I'm inside your mom, there is no distinction between being and becoming.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

I started a family with your mom. They all lived in her decaying corpse.
I traded all your mom's tomorrows for just a single yesterday. Then I buried her in a ditch.