My tropical drag-queen said trick the concubine, and don't stick a red-hot poker up merkins on the way.
Straddle party hats, Leonardo Da Vinci. Straddle party hats like a greasy Doctor Who fan.
JIMMINY CRICKETT TRAGEDY! ("Chase the grapes." says rusty gerbil.)
Would you like a highly-polished milk churn?
I want you to have a one-night stand with your pig until it's red.
Sesquipedalianist supermodels! Three of them! All of them sparkly!
How dare you wear my schizophrenic centipede!
Oh yes, you can condone me, and you can fit inside me, and you can hire my Underground train, but you won't change the way I act provocatively toward skyscrapers.
How will I ever feel like a flower now?
About this time of night, I like to find flaws in a key-ring.
