I couldn’t wait to tell the blokes at work about my skills to grate the gimbal. I rode my boyfriend’s ass, slicing through his slimy cheeks till I blew up his back

" YO sierra your ass in so red. dude,you got Cheese-grated."

I'm sad Bob's gone, but at least his final act was to give me a Grateful Dead.

"Dude I got my lady a curling iron, tickets to Linkin Park and a necklace from Tiffany's."

"Man you're gonna get some greatful head for that shit. Make sure you do that busting spokes thing and make her say my name too."

The Grateful Dead were the spiritual godfathers of the jam band scene.

John Fogerty in a Rolling Stone interview: "Creedence had to follow the Grateful Dead. I was like, 'Great, we get to follow the band that just put 250,000 people to sleep. I remember seeing one guy a quarter mile away from the stage with a lighter yelling, 'We're with you, John' so I played our set for that guy."

I just got my grill grated yesterday for $5,000.00