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If you fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you.

Surprise motherfucker!

"Are you not entertained?"

You know, the family that showers together...

Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,

But Moses supposes Erroneously

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?

The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. You were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant. My touchstone.

"Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks? Shaft! Can ya dig it? They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother- shut your mouth! Talkin' 'bout Shaft"

"I did not!"

I really do have love to give, I just don't know where to put it!

I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her

Slippery little suckers

... and do you think this not-being-married to me could be something you might consider doing the rest of your life?

-Minä olen keksinyt loistoajatuksen!

-Jaa.

-Ruvetaan seurustelemaan!

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Vierailija kirjoitti:

And we're going to have this transitory cow fling thing right here in Cicely?

Villi Pohjola!

Bring out yer dead!

We're all infected.

Yeah, science bitch!

Vierailija kirjoitti:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Neljät häät ja nämä oli ne hautajaiset.

I bleed Dior...