I'm going to put them in the slam, my friend, and if I hear they got their puckery little assholes cored down there in Thomaston, I'm gonna send them cards saying I hope whoever did it had AIDS.
You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.
You know what's wrong with scientific power? It's a form of inherited wealth. And you know what assholes congenitally rich people are.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The assholes are earning their college credits and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image.
Gay' is not another word for 'shitty' if you want to call the band shitty, then say they're shitty. Don't call them gay, because GAY is NOT another word for shitty..... you homophobic assholes.
In life there are no winners, only assholes with Swiss Bank Accounts.
I've stayed friends with most directors I've worked with, and I never have a problem with any other actors, unless they're assholes.
I'm a big fan of Klosterman, so I thought it was cool. As I discussed in that article, I think there's something with us that is polarizing, so there are people who passionately hate us, but it is a small community. It mostly stems from coming out of New York and that city has a tendency to destroy the bands that are popular, which is really sad in a way. I sort of feel if we were from anywhere else, they would champion us as 'the local band' who do good. However, to be clear, that does not represent New York as a whole. Just a small community of people who are real assholes.
When shit becomes valuable, the poor will be born without assholes.
Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.
I wasn't going to stand our here listening to those quarrelling voices in my head. If I wasn't crazy--and I didn't think I was--listening to those contentious assholes would probably send me there, and by the express.