Whatever now the omen prove, It boded well to you.

He's flying all over, all the time. He must have met two thousand stewardesses. Stewardii, Einstein corrected me.

Isn't the haill country hoatching with disbanded sojers, men with guns and swords that haven't been paid for months, that'll cut a throat for a couple of maiks?

Will Ikea be wanting those classy cloth chairs back after Ray and Scott's sweaty clagnut ridden hairy arses have pressed into them for 5 minutes?