If You Give People A Chance, They

I Was Brought Up As A Catholic. I've Got A-level Guilt.

Where Do You Go When You Die? The Same Place You Were Before You Were Born; Nowhere! It's Over!

I Hate All Those Weathermen, Too, Who Tell You That Rain Is Bad Weather. There's No Such Thing As Bad Weather, Just The Wrong Clothing.

Oh Aye...my Father Would Thrash Me Every Now And Then. He'd Talk While He Did It Too! He'd Hit Me And Shout, 'have Ye Had Enough?' Had Enough? Whit Kind Of Question Is That? 'why, Father, Would Another Kick In The Balls Be Out Of The Question???'

I Used To Have Mad Cow's Disease, But I'm Alright Nooooooooow.