Your Soul Shines Through Even If You

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

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.

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

Cor, Love A Duck. And Also Lawks-a-mercy. I Said That Inwardly, But Outwardly I Said, "blimey, And Also, What Larks.

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.