You Make Me Laugh Like A Loon

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

He Has A Song In His Heart For Me. I Hope It Is Not "shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

Dad At Breakfast Today Being Very Quiet. I Notice He Is Clean Shaven. I Said To Him, "vati, What Has Happened To The Little Beaver That Used To Live On The End Of Your Chin?

Look, I Can't Go Out With You, Because... Because... Because I'm A Lesbian.