When I'm feeling unoriginal I sing a happy song.
Home is a place where someone else scrubs the toilets for you.
Pace. Passing. Movement. (Alan. Sodding. Hansen.)
The towel of oppression.
I like...the...cave man...thing...with square wheels, that actually don't go anywhere because they're disgraceful condescending idiots.
I don't want your brot, Lev.
It's a secret CIA form of mind control.
You obviously didn't see that episode, Alive-Man.
This morning I was seriously saddened. TWICE.
Not if it BEING disgusting was your fetish!
