I “bumped” into your housekeeper in the laundry room and through very little English, negotiated a “informacion alliance pact.”

“You know the worst part about not having a job?” Not making your own income? “Being the only one getting drunk during the week.”

“Do you think Osama Bin Laden’s ever bored in his cave giving himself a mangina?” No– well, maybe.

“That fucker had glitter in his beard, which means he was making out with some whore!” Maybe he’s really into arts and crafts?

“We can’t eat Thai food anymore cause supposedly all their good crops were destroyed in the tsunami.” Good thing you love sushi.