Look, I Can't Go Out

Rosie Laughed In A Not Too Reassuring Way If You Like Sane Laughter.

And The Kittykats Would Have To Erect Scaffolding And A Pulley To Get Him Down. Mind You, I Wouldn't Put That Past Them. Sometimes When They Are Behind The Sofa Supposedly Purring, I Think They Are Drilling.

I Wanted To Kill Her And Make Her Eat Her Fringe. And Her Knickers.

He Had Everything A Dream Boy Should Have. Back, Front, Sides, Everything. A Head.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.