The hair was a Vaseline cathedral the mouth a touchingly uncertain sneer of allure. One two-wham! Like a berserk blender the lusty young pelvis whirred and the notorious git-tar slammed forward with a jolt that symbolically deflowered a generation of teenagers and knocked chips off 90 million older shoulders. Then out of the half-melted vanilla face a wild black baritone came bawling in orgasmic lurches. Whu-huh-huh-huh fthe money! Two fthe show! Three tgit riddy naa GO CAAT GO!
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
The road to tyranny we must never forget begins with the destruction of the truth.
When you come to a road block take a detour.
When you come to a fork in the road take it.
The hair was a Vaseline cathedral the mouth a touchingly uncertain sneer of allure. One two-wham! Like a berserk blender the lusty young pelvis whirred and the notorious git-tar slammed forward with a jolt that symbolically deflowered a generation of teenagers and knocked chips off 90 million older shoulders. Then out of the half-melted vanilla face a wild black baritone came bawling in orgasmic lurches. Whu-huh-huh-huh fthe money! Two fthe show! Three tgit riddy naa GO CAAT GO!
The road to truth is long and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.
Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.
The Crossroads of America.