Quotes About Provocative

the first rule—he calls it the rule of rules—is the art of challenging what is appealing.

I'm afraid, ha, ha, I find more inspiration in the Marquis de Sade.

What ho, hostess! Where be these whores?

Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the lilies as I waved about my willie, If I only had a schlong.

WARNING This is a bawdy tale. Herein you will find gratuitous shagging, murder, spanking, maiming, treason, and heretofore unexplored heights of vulgarity and profanity, as well as non-traditional grammar, split infinitives, and the odd wank. If that sort of thing bothers you, then gentle reader pass by, for we endeavor only to entertain, not to offend. That said, if that's the sort of thing you think you might enjoy, then you have happened upon the perfect story!

Author's Warning If you're buying this book as a gift for your grandma or a kid, you should be aware that it contains cusswords as well as tasteful depictions of cannibalism and people in their forties having sex. Don't blame me. I told you.

Not yet! said she [Goneril], trying to roll me over and get back to smacking my bum. She honked my codpiece. You honked my codpiece. Aye, give it up, fool. [...]

You whoreson scalawag! said I. You flesh-turd dropped stinking from the poxy arsehole of a hare-lipped harlot!

Let's high stick that moose in the fun bags.

Die, thou badger-shagging spunk monkey, said I.

thou wretched pillar of syphilitic pheasant-fuck!

Blessed are the dumbfucks

his consonants run together like anal beads strung from hell's own bunghole.

y más pálido que la Muerte follándose un muñeco de nieve.

Qué coño, seguro que hasta hay monjas de alguna orden dispuestas a echarte un polvo por simple caridad. O como acto de penitencia.

You are prickly and problematic person, but life is more interesting with you around.

As for the name of the theory behind selling enough stock to become millionaires, Richman told me, "I don't know how you put it in the vernacular. We called it the Fuck You Theory.

5:16 I shotgun two beers, piss out the bedroom window, catcall passing girls, burp violently, put cage fighting on tv, play with myself. I feel manly again.

Here's to the women we've met, and to the women we've fucked, And to those amongst us who've had no such luck. Here's to beer in the glass, and vodka in the cup, Here's to pokin' her in the ass, so she won't get knocked up. Here's to all of you, and here's to me, Together as friends we'll always be, But if we should ever disagree, Then FUCK ALL OF YOU, HERE'S TO ME!

a paradox would appear to be a maximum that looks false at first sight and, only after mature reflection, seems to express what the author believes to be true and, because of the hiatus between the expectations of popular opinion and its provocative form, also appears to be witty

Call Bogomil that whore you screw at night, with your heretic cock, you pig!

She'd cook like an angel and fuck like a whore

My own ultraviolet darling. Lolita

I suppose candles are a phallic symbol, too." "Those certainly are. Just look at them. They're penis-size. They're even flesh-colored!