“I’ll only blow my nose into green handkerchiefs. Why? Because all my brown hankies are reserved for wiping my ass.”
“Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.”
“The couch was green, so I felt comfortable wiping my boogers on it. I just wish it had been brown.”
“Don’t try blowing smoke up my ass, because you’ll find my anus blocked—by a cigar.”
“If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.”
“Sing me a pretty love song as I start to cryTell me you love me as you wipe the blood from my eyeTell me why the only one who can wipe away my tearsIs the only one who's the source of all my fears”