Yeah, he also sold "Each Coming Night" to some crap horror movie about bad things happening while under anaesthesia—I remember hearing it in the movie trailer. He has four daughters to raise and support, though, so I can't say I blame him.

"Shut yo' mouth!"
"But I'm talkin' DAWES!"
"Then I can dig it!"

I recently read that only 8% of women can come from just having the penis going in and out of the vagina (as some penises are wont to do). My ex-wife was the first woman I'd ever slept with, so I had a really skewed idea of what was normal. I think I managed to learn my way around a bit better after the divorce.

I think he's really good at blurring or adding to his lyrics so that they're not only about him or someone he knows.

After the concert at the donkey refuge, Webb went on to play several shows in Canada. The Canadian donkeys who attended reviewed the shows positively, though it's possible that they were just being polite.

Would you say you feel…*sticks sunglasses up own ass and performs a shambling, drunken pirouette*…Trommatized?

You're storing a tiny woman in your ass?

I didn't realize they've made a sequel to How to Touch Your Daughter.

I totally agree—that was a poor choice of words on my part. A partner can help get the other off, but that's not the same as receiving a gift.

At this point in my life, I'd probably prefer to have another man join than have a second woman to fuck because, hey, half the work! (That may be the most depressing thing I've ever written.)

I prefer to disappoint one person at a time.

"If they suggested doing something I had never thought of doing before I would of course jump at the opportunity, because I am that kind of person."

I will now forever picture your avatar baby as saying "it's a living!", though to be true to form he should probably screech like a bird first.

As a tender youth I used to weep at the butcher's. Upon seeing my tears, my governess would pull me aside and whinny like a horse, which roused my loins most abominably. It is because of dear Miss Twatley that I credit my interest in the farrier trade, which leaves me satisfied and spent every evening.

I already saw this foretold to me in a dream…that is to say, I seen it.

Can I interest you in some underaged sex insurance? You never know when it's going to happen: one minute, you're at the top of your killer clown/spider game… ♫ And then they go and spoil it all / By doing something stupid like having seeeeex in the sewer ♫

's the fucking queen's English ya c*nt! Noo, whae wants tae gae doon tae the fucking chippy? Ah'm fucking Lee Marvin! Fill fucking fish suppers aw aroond!

Eh, it was more that I didn't think anyone wanted to hear it—I thought I was maybe gilding the lily with fourteen coats of primer.

Tell me more about the burning a-hole. *lights meth pipe, which explodes*

troll? time? this?