Then came I crying, and to-day, / With heavier cause to plain, / Depart I into death away, / Not to be born again.

Not to mention how does a woman hold up the massive weight of her F.U.P.A. (fat upper pussy area) long enough for her mate to reach orgasm before her and his portly arms tire.

The small scratch meant that his copy of “X-Men #2” was merely fine when it otherwise would have been “near mint”.

Wayne: “The financial situation is so depressing I think we’re headed for total economic collapse.” Kevin: “Da arse is gone right out of ‘er.”