Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult

When A Woman Says Nothing's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong. And When A Woman Says Everything's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong! And When A Woman Says Something's Not Funny, You'd Better Not Laugh Your Ass Off!

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.