A compulsory of dirty words for people just like you.

Yeah, I know. It's not like anyone said anything about it though. Not my problem.

Title Source: "Taste the Red Hands" by Dead Poetic


"You know, suicide, homicide..."
"Fantacide."
"Fantacide?"
"It's my favourite cide."

"Your popping noise does not designate the truth."

"Did you know the size of chickens' earlobes determines the colour of their eggs?"
"...Chickens have ears?!"

"Okay... what does that mean?"
"It's a translated sweet nothing."

"Kathleen, where's your slut--I mean, double?"

"Ooo... political zing!"

"I have SOCKS stuck in my head."


Happy now, Ian?