Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.
I had this almost Dickensian look. I was quite fragile.
The last thing I remember, I left with a girl on a motor bike that weighed 300 pounds.
You shouldn't be in the music business if you're posing.
I suppose I miss the British cynicism and the humor.
Women like being kissed.