CaptPukeFish

I have nothing to declare except the stuffing from this chair, this muffin and eclair, and this lucious derriere.

Stick and stones may break my bones, but what if my bones ARE sticks and stones? This is not that story.

If you think I'm just gonna stand here on my knees and take this laying down, buddy, you've got the wroooonng talking snake.

You make a better door than a window, but maybe it's my fault for hiring a door maker to make my windows.

An old man dying alone in a one bedroom apartment.

Smells like teen spirit, but tastes like elderly flop sweat.

There's plenty of fish odor in my c word.

If I wear these pants, they're gonna cancel the dance.

Great fuckin ep

I know this is a bit of a blanket statement but here goes...I took a bite of my blanket.

While you were flirting with disaster, I was 69'in chaos.

If I told you once, I told you a thousand times - I am no good at equations, MOM.

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You catch more flies with honey, but did you catch Michael Moore licking honey off his fly?

Super carrot. Fragile lipstick. Experiential doses.

If you enjoyed Saving Bobby Fischer, you'll love shaving anal fissures.

My new album drops today. It's titled "Social Anxiety", and I'm not telling anybody what well I dropped it down.

Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings. That's when I grab my wing knife. I cannot abide this angel infestation.

Officer, officer come quick! That catchphrase just stole my heart.

...costume, crap in BOTH your hands, and we each get what we want.

And that's kind of beautiful I think. But I'm a fuckin idiot.

Are you there god? Its me, the person you keep calling and breathing all creepy at. Didn't think I'd find out with your nasty ass, did you?

Suns out buns out. Buns out nuns out. Nun's buns out? Now it's a party.

We were drinking crystal Pepsi. We had hep C. We were chimpanzees in 1993. The year of the rooster.

You think your shit don't stink? Well, you're right. Congratulations, you're Miss Stinkless Shit 2017.