Fun Shit To Say

“You know, every time I walk down this alleyway, I think I’m gonna see Batman.”

“You know what would make a good band name? Surgical gloves and toast.”

“I’m just gonna put this thing here. In you.”

“You can’t let them get to you like that. Nobody else gets to wear the iron panties.”

“All I ever wanted out of this adventure was an excuse to eat bees.”

“You gotta learn to delegate, honey; you can’t be killin everyone yourself.”

“How come she gets to have a bloodbath?”

“It’s not my fault!”

“Who’s your brilliant, sexy, handsome, covered-in-racoon-guts Daddy?”

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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