Look, I Can't Go Out With You,

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.

Dad At Breakfast Today Being Very Quiet. I Notice He Is Clean Shaven. I Said To Him, "vati, What Has Happened To The Little Beaver That Used To Live On The End Of Your Chin?

I Will Not Have Him In My Brain;there Is No Room For Anyone Else In The Cakeshop Of Agony. It's Crowded Enough In There Already.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

This Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life. So Why Is My Hair Sticking Up Like A Cockerel?