Quotes About Provocative

Fuck the Yanks And drink their wives My mind is clear The sky is bright I'm happy as a horse's shite Up came the Bottle of Smoke

What's wrong with you?" Nika asks Madoc. He responds, "I'm an incurable asshole.

Wow. My feminist sensibilities are outraged," she murmured. "Yeah? I'll outrage them like they've never been outraged before.

I have eaten brains, my tongue loves to probe the delicate folds

What's the matter?" And she could hear the smile in his voice. "Cat got your crotch?

Bollocks have never frightened me. I'll eat a bollock any time.

That's not water. That's socialism juice. We should bomb Lake Erie.

The Sins of Scripture is an interesting title; most people don't put sins and scripture together in the same title. It jars people.

He longed for a dim-eyed little slut with a big, bright mouth and black vinyl underwear.

Heil Hitler, Y'all

Behold now the erotic demon that lives in my panties.

You've invaded my erotic dojo. For this your assholes will adorn my thunderous cock like jewelry!

Illustration is to cartooning as prison sodomy is to pansexual orgy.

Generally speaking, it's difficult not to be at least mildly terrified of a girl who might, at any moment, take her shirt off.

Don't fool yourself, my dear. You're much worse than a saint. You're a bitch.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Muslim man, regardless of his fortune, must be in want of a nine-year-old virgin wife.' So declared Yassi in that special tone of hers, deadpan and mildly ironic, which on rare occasions, and this was one of them, bordered on the burlesque.

A quick way to improve food-related fuel economy would be to buy a quart of motor oil and drink it.

Aimer les femmes intelligentes est un plaisir de pédéraste.

Say whatever you want about Stoke Jones, you could depend on him to put a little f/u into your day.

That ain't Chanel Number Five I smell comin from the direction of your butt, is it?

That's easy. Any man who cannae keep his balls oot o' the water needs tae get laid. Come on, let's find my sister.

Nothing like a spider in the mouth to get you thinking.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Good writing starts strong. Not with a cliché ("Since the dawn of time"), not with a banality ("Recently, scholars have been increasingly concerned with the question of…"), but with a contenful observation that provokes curiosity

I love deep cleavage on the foot. It reminds me of Berlin in 1930s, 'Cabaret.'