me too

I don't. The poor ban would be trapped in that box: scared and screaming.

You people are cruel.

I mean "poor man"

And after spending so many years sleeping in a jar, playing underground freak - out music, I mean, wowie zowie, that rhymin' man would have to be a hungry freak, daddy. And he'd have to have stinkfoot by now. At least as bad as the dead girls of london have it. Catholic girls would be asking him, don't you ever wash that thing. But, if that's how you get your cheap thrills...

Suzy Creamcheese first in space!

Nicely played