We Ask The Gods For Answers And

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

Why Write A Song When No One Can Play The Notes Or Understand The Lyrics?

As A Teacher Of Fourth-graders In A Public School, Where Corporal Punishement Was Not Allowed, She Had Years Of Violence Stored Up And Was, Truth Be Told, Sort Of Enjoying Letting It Out On Kona, Who She Felt Could Have Been The Poster Child For The Failure Of Public Education.

What Is Your Name?" Asked Lear. Caius," Said Kent. And Whence Do You Hail?" From Bonking, Sire." Well, Yes, Lad, As Do We All," Said Lear, "but From What Town?

Normally If I Met A Guy Who Was Unemployed And Illiterate Who Hadn't Bathed In A Couple Of Weeks, I'd Be Standing In A Puddle With Excitement, But I'm Sort Of In A Bad Mood Tonight, So Take This Bag And Give Me The Fu**ing Paper Before I Pop Your Head Like A Zit. He Said, You're A Lesbian, Aren't You?