Dit was de laatste:
Let's go outside and all join hands, but until then you'll never understand
Nothing like a nice tentacle-slap across the maw to set the tone for the week, eh?
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Queer and tired of your shit
tiptoe through the tulips...
We're all mad here.
Tell me, my friend. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?