I enjoy eating potatoes, obscure 1920s slang, and inappropriate sexual innuendo's.

I had a pet goat named Dexter, he acquired AIDS after a drunken night involving butterscotch schnapps, whipped cream, and a leprauchan named Gary.

After recieving a questionable email from a questionable source, containing questionable photographs, I shot Dexter between the eyes.

That two-timing goat-whore