This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.
Achilles only had an Achilles heel, I have an entire Achilles body.
I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers.
Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes.
It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.