Ever get that feeling when you meet some1 that God has just said "here you go, heres the ingredients to make a person, make who-ever you like"?
or on the otherhand:
"mmmmm i'd like to see her genome"
its very early in the morning, and if this doesnt make sense, then im not surprised.
"groovy" - Ash, Evil Dead 2.
"no prizes for guessing 'the colour of the grass on the otherside' or the time on the moon" - Either Nick, Rye or Tony.
"your pills your grass your tits your ass"
" i pitty teh poor foo's that have to suffer Troy's anti-plan field"
"Escaped mental patients make better lovers" - Graffiti near Uni.