Doesn't having your nuts explode make you baby proof?
And I hate to have to fess up, but I got a virus.
It seems I got a dose of the dreaded Viagra Bug, which turns all your floppies into hardware. Nothin' ta do with the critter on me nuts, or the Morti snogs, etc. Musta gorrit off'n an e-mail, honest.
When is some bastard gonna fix the hole in the roof?
I washed me hair three times already, thinkin' it was dandruff, when all the time it was snow.
As for baby bods, the divil tak 'em. Aint no good for nothin' but imitation tanbourines, you know, them things ye get in yer stockin' at Xmas. (or is that Clementines?)
Oh, me darlin' Oh me darlin' Oh me darlin' Clementine
Thou art pissed and under the weather,
End up drinkin' turpentine.