Harlot, you weave your stolen yarns with bitter, borrowed tongues. As it knots up, you sit and wonder, "Am I knitting this or am I just tongue-tied?"
"Save it!" She stopped and soberly said, "That sort of sexless exclamation simply doesn't seem to sit too well with me So if you're gonna sell it better
You're a mean one Mr. Grinch You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, And as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch! You're a bad banana, With a
