Roger Ravage
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated weiner dog.

And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the colour of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me.

She said, "Hey, you've got weasels on your face"


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Then one day I said, "Hey, since you're single now and over 18, wanna see my tits?"