You're Driving Me Normal!

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

Really Now: If You Can't Get Me My Newspaper On Time, How Can You Expect Me To Refrain From Killing People?

It Was Almost Enough To Make Me Feel Emotion.

Rectory Always Sounded To Me Like A Place Where You Would Find A Proctologist.

But Of Course, There's No Rest For The Wicked, Which I Certainly Am; As I Said, No Rest For The Wicked.