Smoots-Hogan gave the club a week to […] require employees to completely cover their behinds. I saw far too much tokus for my liking in a review of videotapes, Smoots-Hogan declared.

One after another, gobfuls of mash are gobbled up.

Look how they massacred my boy.

She's as wigglesome and unsettled as ever a sailor on land, or a fish out of the sea, said Granny