I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get

He Who Laughs Last Laughs The Laughiest.

You Make Me Laugh Like A Loon On Loon Tablets!

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.

Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.