I'm Not A Ice Cream, I'm A

And That's When It Fell Off In My Hand

Non...i Am Dancing In My Nuddy-pants!!!' And We Both Laughed Like Loons On Loon Tablets. I Danced For Ages Round The House In My Nuddy-pants. Also, I Did This Brilliant Thing-i Danced In The Front Window Just For A Second Whilst Mr. Across The Road Was Drawing His Curtains. He Will Never Be Sure If He Saw A Mirage Or Not. That Is The Kind Of Person I Am. Not Really The Kind Of Person Who Goes And Raises Elks In Whakatane.

Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.

How Do You Make Yourself Not Like Someone?

Jas, Whatever Tom Has Under His Trousers Is Between You And Him.