When Girls Walk Home We Put On

He Came Over And Ruffled My Hair, Which Is Technically Assault. I Could Get On The Blower To Childline.

Out On The Moors, The Lonely Moors, I Roll Around In Sheep Poo. Heathcliff, It's Youuuuu, I Hate You, I Love You Tooooo. Let Me In, I'm Here, It's Meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look Out Of Your Windooooow.

Honestly, What Planet Do These People Live On? And Why Isn't It Farther Away?

When Uncle Eddie Does His Impression Of 'like A Virgin' It's Like Madonna Is Coming Out Of His Body!' Christ What An Image.

And That's When It Fell Off In My Hand