You may notice that my house is tilting to one side. That's because Peggy's relatives are over there visiting. Six of them. Twelve if you count her mother
If your father didn't lace that lemonade, with vermouth, I'd be single
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
It tells me you're a girl, which means your opinion means less to me than dog's