My Westley Will Come For Me.

I Don't Like Killing A Girl," The Spaniard Said. "god Does It All The Time; If It Doesn't Bother Him, Don't Let It Worry You.

There Were Some Things You Did, No Matter What, And When A Friend Needed Help, You Helped Them.

You Have A Dizzying Intellect.

He Was The Mighty Fezzik, Lover Of Rhymes, And You Did Not Give Up, No Matter What.

I Can't Keep My Head Above Water One Minute To The Next: It's Not Just The Parties And The Goo-gooing With What's-her-name, I've Got The Decide How Long The Five Hundredth Anniversary Parade Is Going To Be And Where Does It Start And When Does It Start And Which Nobleman Gets To March In Front Of Which Other Nobleman So That Everyone's Still Speaking To Me At The End Of It, Plus I've Got A Wife To Murder And A Country To Frame For It, Plus I've Got To Get The War Going Once That's All Happened, And All This Is Stuff I've Got To Do Myself. Here's What It All Comes Down To: I'm Just Swamped, Ty.