Death Has More In Common With Love

Kids Are Baby Goats. They're Cute And They Have Redeeming Social Value. You Are Definitely Not Kids.

I Told You I Try Not To Live In The Past And Nothing Could Change The Fact That My Mum Was Gone. But I’m A Liar. The Truth Was, I’d Had One Dream Ever Since I Was Six: To See My Mum Again. To Actually Get To Know Her, Talk To Her, Go Shopping, Do Anything. Just Be With Her Once So I Could Have A Better Memory To Hold On To.

Our Camels Plodded Along. Katrina Tried To Kiss, Or Possibly Spit On Hindenburg, And Hindenburg Farted In Response. I Found This A Depressing Commentary On Boy-girl Relationships.

I Should Throw You Off This Building Minus The Flying Horse And See How Heroic You Sound On The Way Down.

Percy Yelled. "what's Going- Gah! Shrimpzilla!