“-You were in jail? What was it like?-Boring.Dirty.Smelled like ass.”
“If it's illegal to rock and roll, then throw my ass in jail.”
“Grabbed in the ass by fate," his father used to say about coincidences like this. If there were coincidences like this. If there were coincidences...”
“How about I show you what the inside of your ass looks like?”
“Was this for real? Were these two magically oriented, problem-fixing, ass-kicking guys talking about what their kids would look like?”
“I drink coffee sometimes, but Starbucks’ coffee tastes like burnt ass,” I say.“Actually, it tastes nothing like burnt ass, Anna.”“And how would you know what burnt ass tastes like?”He laughs. “That’s for me to know…and you to find out.”I’m not sure I want to find out, but whatever.”