I'd The Upbringing A Nun Would Envy.

The Kind Of People Who Always Go On About Whether A Thing Is In Good Taste Invariably Have Very Bad Taste.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability To Rage Correctly

God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

It's All Any Reasonable Child Can Expect If The Dad Is Present At The Conception.