too sing, to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly... and curse anew
at length the thrice-damned nads of Hell! We begin to see the
likes of thee, and oh! The smell, the smell! In this I've found, one
knee less skinned. Can take steel bars and make them bend. thirteen
colonies love is chemistry, sex is physics, orbs of destiny Blame it on
yourself Have often spent doubled over in mirth
he started to wonder if he made a mistake