So What, Ghosts Can't Hurt You. That's

One Only Wishes Wayne Lapierre And His Nra Board Of Directors Could Be Drafted To Some Of These Scenes, Where They Would Be Required To Put On Booties And Rubber Gloves And Help Clean Up The Blood, The Brains, And The Chunks Of Intestine Still Containing The Poor Wads Of Half-digested Food That Were Some Innocent Bystander's Last Meal.

Isn't It Too Bad That The Great Truths Are All Such Lies.

Fighting For Peace, Is Like F***ing For Chastity

It Always Comes Down To Just Two Choices. Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying.

No Matter How Many Times You Shake It The Last Drop Always Ends Up In Your Pants