Jail Is No Place For A Young

My Favourite Poem Is The One That Starts 'thirty Days Hath September' Because It Actually Tells You Something.

I Shall Drink No #‎ Wine Before It's Time! Ok, It's Time.

I Have Nothing But Respect For You -- And Not Much Of That.

I'm Not Crazy About Reality, But It's Still The Only Place To Get A Decent Meal.

I've Got The Brain Of A Four Year Old. I'll Bet He Was Glad To Be Rid Of It.