I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.
I can smell burning flesh... and I hope to God it's human.
Whoever says the Smiths have split shall be severely spanked by me with a wet plimsoll.
If you respect or love animals you could never eat them. It's that simple
Each year of life brings us nearer to our decline, but I will continue to seek a listener until I'm dead in a ditch.
I just feel that when all is said and done, I am not insane.