From the mouth of Troy:

I stole a wad of cash from the orphanage. I figure I've given them so many orphans that they owe me.

From the mouth of Troy:

I'd tell you the irony of it all, but I've never really understood irony.

From the mouth of Troy:

What's the deal with God's obsession with foreskin?

From the mouth of Troy:

Nobody appreciates the amount of work it takes to be a good creeper.