my feeble his to in the deep dark wilds of the drug deeply. And
then I merely walked out the door! to sing, to dance, to watch
"Frasier" weekly... and curse anew at length the thrice-damned nads of
Hell! Why? I never had any luck with spinners or spoons Cottleston,
Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, says Pooh! I tried to steal one, but got beat
up by goons who then tried to
And waft and wind my way through you