I was in the beautimous April of my years.

I'm in charge of a whole city block, and I always wear gloves when I touch the yay, cuz traces of cocaine show up on my u. a., when I touch it with my bare hands.

Anyways I guess I got to get the french out of my system before I go through immigration. From now on it's all freedom fries, freedom toast, freedom dressing, and Freedom's Mustard.

The world is made up of two classes - the hunters and the huntees.