This whole world’s wild at heart and weird on top.
Uh oh. Baby, you’d better get me back to that hotel. You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
You remind me of my daddy, you know. Mama told me he liked skinny women with breasts that stood up and said “Hello”.
Sometimes, Sail’, when we’re makin’ love, you just about take me right over that rainbow. You are so aware of what goes on in me, I mean, you pay attention. And I swear, baby, you got the sweetest cock. It’s like it’s talking to me when you’re inside. Like it’s got this little voice all it’s own.
I can’t take no more of this radio! I never heard so much shit in all my life! Sailor Ripley, you get me some music on that radio this instant! I mean it!
I’m sorry, Sailor, but that ozone layer’ s disappearin’. One of these mornings, the sun’s gonna come up and burn a hole clean through the planet like an electrical X-ray.
Dell said that trust in the spirit of Christmas was destroyed by ideas being controlled by aliens wearing black gloves. These aliens would get Dell to do all kinds of things. Then he’d carry on about the weather, talk about how rainfall is controlled by aliens on earth. Aunt Rootie told Dell that one day he would realize that the alien wearing the black gloves was him, and him alone.
It’s Night of the Livin’ fuckin’ Dead!
Dell loved Christmas. We used to call him “Jingle Dell”.
