Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
If after two weeks you still can't write your middle-eight, the best course of action is to see a psychiatrist
You hate me and I hate you, so at least we understand each other.
Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately.
I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.