Well Peg we all have to live with our disappointments. I, of course has to sleep with mine
Hey, Marcy, what's holding the towel up?
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
She's got you shaking like a frenchman in a thunderstorm