JAYMESAWN SMELLS AND TASTES LHIKE KHEROSENE, YAH FAHCKIN' CHOWDAH-HEAD RETAHD!

Oink, oink my good man.

You can make one quart per month for personal use, but you can't sell it without paying taxes on it. Or so I've heard…

Would you like some sodomy with your lash?

That's the American Psycho protagonist. The writer himself is a deeply unpleasant person and I find his prose wretched.
However, I'm always up for an episode of It's Boner Time!
[cue jaunty theme music]

Did the guy who organized it make bail or something? ;-)

Colin Powell. Col. (abbreviation for Colonel, which is a weird word itself) and POW (Prisoner Of War). Militarese is a dialect almost entirely made of
acronyms. ;-)

Ellis is a loathsome man and a hack.

I'm pleased about the news of your Mom!

Or you could say "I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYEBALLS AND SKULL-FUCK YOU!" But that would probably result in a stern lecture from HR.

Aye, and what of it?!
EDIT: The fact that Jameson's is absolutely vile does not help this old argument one little bit.

That was another factor. Plus the McCoys were from Kentucky, The Mysterious Land of Pig-Fuckers across the Tug River. ;-)
Sure, us Hillbillies fuck our cousins ("second and out don't count" is the rule of thumb, and a first cousin has to be really pretty/handsome or have a lot of money/land), but we don't have carnal…

Rat-arsed in half an hour.

I had a similar experience as a graduate student and developed my continuing taste for hard cider. Woodchuck is my go-to in the U. S.

Finished watching the two-part Critical Role featuring HWil HWheaton and Will "MISTAH FEENEY" Friedle. The Wheaton Curse on dice roles must be seen to be believed. It was great fun.
I'm continuing my reread of Iain M. Banks' (R. I. P.) excellent Matter.

[scribbles Hebrew furiously on to chem and inserts it in Mr. Threepwood's skull]
"Oh, shit, I wrote that left to right!"

"Aw, man, there ain't nothin' good on!"

NO! FIRE BAD!

Most of my violence was bourbon-based, so I switched to Bushmills.

A Southern Tradition (TM).