A Nod Is As Good

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.

This Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life. So Why Is My Hair Sticking Up Like A Cockerel?

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.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.

Tom Is Back On A Flight At 6:15 P.m. That Is 6:15. Do You Get It? Not 6:00 P.m. But 6:15 P.m. And Do You Know How Many Minutes That Is? I Do. I Have Also Become A Time Lord.