I am exhausted by trying to get along with the Lord.
A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.
Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. Iโm thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them havenโt got any eyebrows?
Jas, whatever Tom has under his trousers is between you and him.
I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.
I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you donโt have to make any sense at all. Or maybe Iโll be a bloke, they donโt have to make sense either.