Tell me more about your favorite deity and money and what you bought your honey. 
And some drama drama drama, with what you think about Obama.
How everything has a purpose while feces flings about the circus.
Tell me about the fight you bet on last night and the porn star’s name as your newest tattoo.
Tell me how to transcend above all things, well you’re still here, why should I ask you?
Here’s your gold medal for finding sex, though we should give it to your 20” rims.
Is it ethical to make a baby without getting it’s permission, seems a little rude to me.
Send me to hell, I dare you. I’ll recruit an army of black with souls you didn’t know existed. 
Tell me about your purpose. My shower has a purpose. To rinse off the feces.

That’s it. I’m going to build a large model of our solar system. I tired of being confused about the Earth and moon orbits. This is going to take a lot of balls.

Love is like an appendix.

I was helping some of my kids move recently. As we were going through the garage deciding what to keep or leave, I opened a textbook-sized plastic container and found it full of animal skeleton pieces. I looked at Alaina and said, “What the heck is this?”, and she replied, ” Oh, that’s Amanda’s ‘Death Box’,”. Awwww!

Now that we have invented television and airplanes, we can close all the zoos. Zoos were invented because a long time ago, it was often a person’s only chance in life to see certain creatures outside of drawings. Now we have photos and video, and if you’re not happy unless you can smell the animals ass, then get your ass on a plane and go find one in the wild, dumbass. I’m okay with insects and reptiles being on display because they don’t seem to have a negative emotional response to enslavement. When you go to the zoo to see elephants or gorillas, you’re not seeing those creatures, but rather the broken and empty shells of what they may have once been.