847 |
Act your age and not your shoe size. |
Prince, |
Kiss |
848 |
An 18th century brain, in a 21st century head. |
Adam Ant, |
Room At The Top |
849 |
Another fella told me, he had a sister who looked just fine. Instead of being my deliverance, she had a strange resemblance to a cat name of Frankenstein. |
Sam Cooke; Cat Stevens, |
Another Saturday Night |
850 |
Asshole, dirt twat, waste of semen, I hope you die. |
Green Day, |
Platypus |
851 |
Baby, what's the going price? |
ACDC, |
Shot Down In Flames |
852 |
Bigman, pigman, ha ha, charade you are. |
Pink Floyd, |
Pigs |
853 |
Come on, maggot brain. |
Funkadelic, |
Maggot Brain |
854 |
Come on, you target of far away laughter. |
Pink Floyd, |
Shine On You Crazy Diamond |
855 |
Did you fall off a building and land on your head, or did a truck run over your face instead. |
Daphne and Celeste, |
UGLY |
856 |
Die, die, die, die, scum sucking depravity. |
Ministry, |
So What |
857 |
Do you keep your brain on ice? |
Dead Milkmen, |
Moron |
858 |
Don't surround yourself with yourself. |
Yes, |
I've Seen All Good People |
859 |
Far be it for me to say you're brain dead. |
Neds Atomic Dustbin, |
What Gives My Son |
860 |
Flea brain, got a hole in her head. If she wasn't good looking, she'd be better off dead. |
Gene Vincent, |
Flea Brain |
861 |
For you girl, there is not enough love in the world. |
Don Henley, |
Not Enough Love In The World |
862 |
Force yourself to use your brain. |
Scorpions, |
Crying Days |
863 |
Glue sniffing, scab picking, butt scratching, egg hatching, sleazy, smelly, peppered bellied, dirty, lousy, rotten, stinking, freaks, nothing but a pencil neck geek. |
Fred Blassie, |
Pencil Neck Geek |
864 |
Have you ever felt the presence of a brain? |
Parliament, |
Presence Of A Brain |
865 |
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise. |
Charlie Daniels Band, |
Uneasy Rider |
866 |
He must be the product of two first cousins. |
Dead Milkmen, |
Here Comes Mr. X |