hang your fists from up on high

through golden streams of glory we take hold and tawdry

turn the heat up on the hickey

less dignity than fewer numbskulls

I take berry noice bone charr

just a reminder Michael

hello Mrs Jacobey and Meyers. It has been too long

lackluster enterprise, open market scoundrel

three and sorrow

Im going to make you in two

a purple fairy riding a purple turtle

feel better soon

come all ye who seek a bagel

vincent spano on the road to cleveland

peace sucka sucka, whomever you are

nothing wrong with a little morning crescendo

"here's a stick to beat the lovely lady"

we break horses

building you up, Mister Jones, just to bring the house down

and there we lay, father, sons of daughters, sons of lawyers