And from her soul, came all sorts of stuff, and I was hit by a bus.

Being a winner is best, because what else could you want?

Inside the house was a brain pulsating to music, and with perfectly combed hair.

Since nice guys are winning the end is nigh.

Hama's weapons on low, ice cubes melted, nothing to blow up. What will Hamas do?

Glowing with perfect innocence they stirred the giant pot of soup singing: A spoon full of soup will make you go down.

The illegal aliens were not full of love, or super cute. Should we still keep em?

I wanted a ham sandwich, not the giant maiden of pain.

Thank grizzly bears for all the mess we got into.