Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

Longing makes the heart grow founder, but I've always been a fan of hog-typing my lovers to make sure they can't escape.

Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.

They asked me how well I understood theoretical physics. I said I had a theoretical degree in physics. They said welcome aboard.

Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.