The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.