“Who died in the shop and how does it already smell like something has been decaying in the hot sun?""Oh, you know us. Brought home some roadkill for kicks.""You didn't wait for me? You know how much I love roadkill. I mean, roadkill is the gift that keeps on giving.”
“The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.”
“Now, where were we?” he said. “Oh, yes. We were about to have some honest conversation. Roadkill, are you in love with Hawk?”Roadkill sighed and asked plaintively, “Can’t we just go back to prison?”
“BE CAREFUL, OR BE ROADKILL!”
“I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.”
“I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I'd feel honored.”