Sorry Marcy, I mistook you for a 70 year old hillbilly
I thought watching Opera is the first sign of a brain tumour
I should get a job on the bomb squad... then there will be hope
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
