Well fuzz nuts I'm standing on a corner in downtown Stockton answering your dumb ass questions.

“Everything about us is just one layer of lies after another. We're a lasagna of lies. This is a terrible basis for a relationship.”

My will! ’od’s heartlings, that’s a pretty jest indeed!

All connoisseurdom knew of the king's displeasure, and the subscriptions to Strange's prints suddenly ceased.