Good Lord Woman. If I Had Tits

We All Become What We Pretend To Be.

I Won The Only Duel I Ever Lost.

Simmon Pushed His Hair Out Of His Eyes, Laughing Boyishly. "you Can't Argue Your Way Out Of This One! She's Obviously Stupid For You. And You're Just Plain Stupid, So It's A Great Match.

I'll String A Fiddle With Your Guts And Make You Play It While I Dance.

Using Words To Talk Of Words Is Like Using A Pencil To Draw A Picture Of Itself, On Itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... But There Are Other Ways To Understanding.