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
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
You even got the floor sticky just like at the theater
Pretty women make us buy beer, ugly women make us drink beer