Fiends — I must leave you for 48 hours or so. But trust me, I shall return with all things random very soon.
Too much time and too little to do…wait….stop…reverse that.
Rockin' the Bourgeoisie
Your friend Rat Fink fires the neurons at random
Fiends — I must leave you for 48 hours or so. But trust me, I shall return with all things random very soon.
Too much time and too little to do…wait….stop…reverse that.
I hope everything’s OK – we’ll miss you!!! boo-hoo!
I’m right nearby, luvy! Oh hey…gotta send you a copy of my proposal for your potential visit. Were you perhaps born in a manger?
Come back! Come back, Auntie Em! Oh, Please come back!!!
Dar-a-thy! Dar-a-thy, where are you?