What I Really Love Is My Scotch.

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.

Looking Through The Viewfinder For Me Is Like Being In A Movie Theater. That's What I Like About It.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.

Life's Like A Mayonnaise Soda.