Oh, so many bound repositories of knowledge both useless & useless to check in, if only Calgon could take me away -- wait! what booke I must needs read!
I hate when the bodies in the cellar leave the light on.
Dear Diary, Edward is so dreamy, and he's a Baron!
Scraping the bottom of the barrel leaves scratchy.
You can't stop scoff, you can only hope to contain it.
Man, that stuff's worse than nineleven.
