I'd like to go to Armenia one day, but am worried about the weather.

[Porky Pine:] Readin' black type on black paper allus give him the pig-eye.

On the morning of Sunday was fortnight before Christmas: on the morning of the Sunday that was two weeks before the Sunday prior to Christmas.

I recognize thee, Satan, and I spit in thine face Whatever happened to the human race? What happened to the humanistic faith? What happens to human waste?