“If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about Truth, this wouldn't be happening.”

“I'm sorry. Is that too harsh an observation for you? Does that sound too much like the Truth? Fuck you. If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about Truth, this wouldn't be happening.”

“It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however,”

“I want to kiss every inch of you," he murmured and ground his cock against her mound. "Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck." He gave her hair a hard tug. "Every inch.”

“When I came out of anesthesia, I wanted two things: my husband and my dog. They wouldn't let the dog in the recovery room.”

“Anyway, two men hugging each other is against nature. A ram should not hug another ram, and a he-goat should not hug another he-goat! Let a he-dog embrace a she-dog, and let a female cattle hug a bull, but a stallion should not embrace another stallion, and a cock should not reach for another cock!”