She Was An Alien, Really - A

Yo, Yo, Yo, Check It Out," Said Pj, With Enough Hand Gestures That Any Deaf Person Watching Would Have Thought He Had Asl Tourette's Syndrome

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

It Was An Eight-harlot Inn, If That's How You Measure An Inn. (i Understand That Now They Measure Inns In Stars. We Are In A Four-star Inn Right Now. I Don't Know What The Conversion From Harlots To Stars Is.)

In Business, As In Politics, The Public Is Ever So Tolerant Of Those Who Slime.

Sweetheart, Wake Up; You've Destroyed The House And I Need You To Suffer For It.