And I Think That Everything In Life

Angel Wanted Them All To Burn In H-e- Double Toothpicks Forever.

I Stood My Ground. "you Evil Scientist Are All The Same--evil. Count Me Out." Fang And I Brushed Past Mr. God And Walked Quickly But Smoothly To The Exit. It Was Barely Noon, And I'd Already Made A Huge Enemy. Dang, I'm Good.

You Know Things Have Gone Bad When Military Marches Pass For Pop Music.

The Weird, Weird Thing About Devastating Loss Is Tha Life Actually Goes On.

You Stand Out Like A Fart In A Church.