It Was A Joint, Which Put It

My Mother Says Happy Ever After's A Bunch Of Bull.

Look, If Some Guy Dressed In His Mother's Clothes Breaks In, Fight Him Off Until I Get My Pants Back On.

Necessity Is Often The Mother Of Balls

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.