Why is it that Elvis is dead and I'm the one in hell
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
I thought watching Opera is the first sign of a brain tumour
Peg, is there any reason this cactus is where my alarm clock should be?
