Quotes from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick

Matt Fraction ·  128 pages

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“The bank'll take everything you love sooner or later.”
― Matt Fraction, quote from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick


“When i'm 58 years old and on my deathbed, i'd better see through my one good eye Matt drawing a donger on my forehead, cum doodles dripping down my face like life-giving tears.”
― Matt Fraction, quote from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick


“Fellas! Want to drive her wild? Then learn how to fold a goddamn bath towel, Gerry, jesus FUCK.”
― Matt Fraction, quote from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick


“Having sex in new locations can be exciting, like when Neil Armstrong fucked the moon.”
― Matt Fraction, quote from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick


“I've talked to girls who were so blasé about their orgasm. Like it was another thing to do, like I was making it too mythical, too big. Like it wasn't important. Fuck you. This is huge for me. I am God now.”
― Matt Fraction, quote from Sex Criminals, Vol. 1: One Weird Trick



About the author

Matt Fraction
Born place: in Chicago, The United States
Born date December 12, 1975
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