Look, I Can't Go Out

Oh No. I've Just Accidently Paid A Visit To The Cakeshop Of Love. I Haven't Put Back My Italian Cakey, But I Have Accidentally Picked Up A Dave The Tart.

As We Drew Near To The Gates Of Dother Hall The Old Bell In The Belfry Rang Out. I Said, 'i Must Go In, It's Nigh On Ten Of The Clock.' He Half-turned Away From Me, His Jacket Collar Hiding His Expression. Was He Angry? Disappointed?" Jo Looked Intently And I Said, "hungry?" Jo Ignored Me, But As She Passed By Acting Out Walking Away From Phil, She Allowed Her Hand To Slap Against My Head.

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.

I Am Looking At You And You Are Looking At Me. This Is Very Good. I Am Looking And I Am Liking. You Are Looking And You Are Thinking, 'i Hope She Doesn't Hit Me With Her Crop.' But That Is Because I Am Me And You Are You.

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.