“Fuck balls, it's the bitch in the lake!”
“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.”