Happiness is a warm gun.
A knife-wound heals, but a tongue wound festers. I like to lick my knife.
Where would Hollywood be without murder? Where would the world be without war? We might as well consider it art because it's not going anywhere.
"Repeat three times, and swear to me that you do not eat canned soup on a regular basis."
Been there, done that. Are you just going to carry on? Um, yes.
The Yoodeling Noodle it is then, now with even blurrier vision.
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