“My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.”
“I know what death smells like. Death smells like gasoline, singed hair and fingernails.It smells like cooking meat. My meat.”
“The ability to lick their own asses, does this make cats their own bosses?”
“Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories.”
“My asshole smells like a bookstore. So, are you a big reader?”
“I see a tongue! Some asshole is licking my peephole.”