God, George Bush makes me want to slash my wrists. He's so embarrassing I have to leave the room when he's on the news. What a monkey.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I read in the paper that I'd slashed my wrists. But I didn't.
I have been attacked by Rush Limbaugh on the air, an experience somewhat akin to being gummed by a newt. It doesn't actually hurt, but it leaves you with slimy stuff on your ankle.
Instead of slashing my wrists, I just write a bunch of really crummy songs.
If you have your eye set on somebody, don't beat around the bush.
I think life would be so much funnier if every day you saw someone walking down the street getting hit in the head by a monkey, don't you?
The president is here, strong and firm as a monkey's tail.
The wrists, the Achilles' tendons, and the neck are some of the weakest points of the human body, so a lot of people have phobias about those things. I can't deal with the undersides of wrists.
I can't look at people's wrists. Something about the veins makes me weak. My siblings used to torture me with that because they knew it was the thing I couldn't handle. They would stick their wrists in my face.
When you're dealing with monkeys, you've got to expect some wrenches.
Relax, Georgie, I'm just making my collar and cuffs match.