Y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy. But those with a tiny hiney thay get whiny whiny
And Alpo ordered guys to slaughter guys, and the whole Harlem was in tears when Rich Porter died.
Why you don't wanna let him talk? You mad, you maaad, you maaaaad.
Literature is a cake with many toys baked inside--and even if you find them all, if you don't enjoy the path that leads you to them, it will be a hollow accomplishment.
Sometimes broken things deserve to be repaired.
I wouldn't call and tell anybody on him, but I'd probably move. But I'm not gonna call and be like, 'The serial killer's in 4E.'