The wonder of it all: landing a whopper without tackle, intent or place in time

and the wonder of it all is you just dont realise how many times ive farted tonight... but you look wonderful late in the evening. even though your long brown hair has little bits of egg in it.

were i not disembodied and technically dead, I'd see about seeing to you, my darling.

and if you ask me: "do i look alright?" i'd say my Eric, you really look like.......

Layla.