Whoa, yeah! You've got a 65 Chevy Malibu. With automatic drive, a custom paint job too. I'll trade you for my old wheelbarrow. And a slightly-used sombrero. And I'll even throw in a stapler, if yo
Charles Nelson Reilly was a mighty man. The kind of man you'd never disrespect. He stood eight feet tall, wore glasses, and had a third nipple on the back of his neck. He ate his own weight in coal
Put down your remote control, throw out your TV guide. Put away your jacket, there's no need to go outside Don't you know, that we control the horizontal. We control the vertical, too. We gonna mak
Whoa, yeah! You've got a 65 Chevy Malibu. With automatic drive, a custom paint job too. I'll trade you for my old wheelbarrow. And a slightly-used sombrero. And I'll even throw in a stapler, if yo
I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba. Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda. S-O-D-A, soda I saw the little runt sitting there on a log. I asked him his name and in a raspy voic