Will you play "Temporary Lady" by the Ex-Walnuts? I sure will! "You sat in the back of the bus where it was pretty **** shady my temporary lady! Oh yeah, temporary lady! You're so mysterious with your pink hair and stubby mustache like you're really Max Klinger from that crazy-*** T.V. show called 𝓜-𝓐-𝓢-𝓗! I dream of you in a **** strap speeding through an obvious highway patrol speed trap, my temporary lady..."

that will come at the conclusion of my prophetic testament to the luscious maidens of Sumatra before Satan plunges them into inescapable darkness because no broken spine's going to stop me from climbing Mount Everest! You can fire bazookas at me and run my mother over with a snow mobile and I won't care!

I LOVED YOU FOR SEVERAL MOMENTS LONGER THAN I SHOULD HAVE - Your Turkicoid features are more Mongolese than I recall them to be even though I'm youngishly youthful and prone to falling off the Empire State Building a lot. ​​There were 2 famous writers named Winston Churchill. The first one is virtually forgotten. He died in Winter Park, Florida in 1947. There's peace when you're strait-jacketed in a padded cell. It isn't peace that men should seek, it's justice.