Sex Is The Last Refuge Of The

I Go Wherever My Fare Is Paid.

I Had A Friend Who Had Two Degrees Of Being Made Up: When Invited I Would Say 'can I Make Up?' And He Would Say 'oh Yes - Tinted?', Or He Would Say, 'oh Yes - Clotted?'

For An Introvert His Environment Is Himself And Can Never Be Subject To Startling Or Unforeseen Change.

The Proprietor Had Hair So Red That Pigmentation Had Flowed Out Into Every Visible Inch Of His Skin And Even Into The Pinks Of His Eyes, As The Colour Of Flowering Cherry Trees Stains Their Leaves.

A Fair Share Of Anything Is Starvation Diet To An Egomaniac.