There are a thousand reasons.

I love the human race.

Things I want

for Christmas.

I still think I will fall off the back of it

Or

Oh God.

You mark my words.

Hearses, limousines and disabled parking only

reads a sign at Oxford Crematorium.

All I am saying

is that I have never had any complaints.

Joy Everlasting

One nostril cold.

Nothing

has happened