Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.