We all go a little mad sometimes. |
A boy's best friend is his mother.
Mother! Oh, God, Mother! Blood! Blood!!
People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and shake their heads and suggest oh, so very delicately...
We all go a little mad sometimes. |
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Daisy, daisy. |
I've got a bad feeling about it. |
I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that. |