Ah, Bartholomew, out for another day of whimsical japes.
Do not have a cow, father.
No, we no longer have a cow, but we still have our pride.
Do we, father?
Homer, the wean's got the head of yon statue of Winston Churchill.
Why, you, diminutive-
Well, Margery, the boy is dead. Eat your flag.
cand ma plictisesc de stat degeaba, scriu pe blog.