Verily, the Duchess suggested that our morbid pal get some, um, cloud --
maybe take in a show --
& an after-performance chaser --
or five. Take five, Li'l Hangover.
Please, or they'll be murders, you'll rue, & end up in the morgue.
The meat that was used up.
A descent into administration.
The rectangular portrait.
The facts in the case of why this bookstore is always closed dammit.
Quoth the loiterer, I'm going, I'm going.
It was many and many an hour ago,
In a kingdom by Erie,
That a grave was not found of whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee.
Premature burials, 10% off.
An imp of the perverse.
You didn't finish the other ones, bub.
Thou art The Man.
The thousand-and-second tale of yeah right.
Loss of breath.
"Big Cheese, did you see anything?"
"No, Peonage! I didn't see you playing with your dolls again!"