My asshole smells like a paper mill. Three cheers for being a writer.
Time doesn’t change anything; that is why we still worship asshole Arabs.
The poor girl ws keeping that student’s letter as a precious treasure, and had run to fetch it, her only treasure, because she did not want me to go away without knowing that she, too, was honestly and genuinely loved; that she, too, was addressed respectfully. No doubt that letter was destined to lie in...
I ought to fire one of my two employees into the other one’s asshole.
There’s bird shit on my toilet paper, and my asshole stings from such a long flight.
I can play the trumpet, but only if I have a sufficient quantity of anal lube.
Sometimes being a nice person is all about knowing when to be an asshole.
It is my sincere desire that my research and hard work will help create a world where we all learn to walk this Earth, safe, enlightened and free from the perils of cruelty, ignorance, and all the other dark and sinister forces, which make assholes possible.
. . . the only way to tell off an asshole was face-to-face and to look fantastic doing it. So, here she was, with perfect makeup, hair done in a riot of waves that had taken a ridiculously long time to create, and a brand new screw you and the horse you rode in on...
To speak a language that was as intimate and free as certain dreams, saying darkly, thrillingly, My cock inside of you. Your come in my mouth … He focused on the boy’s slim, tight hips; with the tip of his tongue he tasted an asshole’s bitter, forbidden mystery.
To lose a worthless friend is worthy of a testimony.
He’s not god! He’s just the asshole who fucks with us.
My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.
A candle that smells like asshole would be an instant hit in prison.