“I'm clear with all my bitches...I hump her till she bites me. Then it's adios bitches, time for BALL.”
“Hey!" he shouted. "This is my fucking Lake of Death. I have complete and utter exclusive rights to sailing this lake. Get the fuck off my lake!”
“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh.“Oh yeah?”“Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue. You’re my bitch now, ’cause I fuckin’ loveyou,” Mack rasped.“Fucking poetic genius.”
“Fuck you, ginger balls.”
“Life's a bitch and then you keep on fucking living.”