You Know Those Balls That They Put

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.