The Earth moves like a landslide of trash.
I eat that trash everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Acid rain melts my green skin until I am no longer the Wicked Witch of the West.
Someone is dipping their long skinny index finger into my feces and painting my tongue.
I see tiny red ants marching to their prize and hear their incessant banter, "me, me, me!"
Can you smell the garbage dump you've lived in your entire life?
Downing a shot of pixy stix looks like twelve tumbling purple pennies.
Jesus Christ meets Groucho Marx at the Betty Ford Clinic for jacks.
Don't eat trash in front of company!
Yabba Dabba Doo is a valid excuse for carrying an ice cream cone in your pocket.
Everyone knows that farce come from arsse.
Because I pee in parking garages I have uramisatisis.
"You have a friend in Pennsylvania," who collects the garbage on Tuesdays.
The geriatric walkers of the sky cruise cloud eight.
New-born kittens still eat trash faster than me.
We have raped George Washington.
Babycat has seen the world and wants to die.
Yesterday, the world will fail to see itself.
We haven't missed a thing because we would have seen it
The plants are going to fight back.