Don a tiny hat. Wee wee wee wee wee wee wee wee
— Crow, Streetcrow (@streetcrow) January 1, 2014

Tangerine trees and marmalade skies

I'm the Cream

We never consummated our outside love affair. Too much tar and water. Too much hot air!

THIS is a 5-Star resort?

A teenage dream's so hard to beat

Boy you don't know me, I'm a nobody.

Back when we started my kisses used to turn you inside out

I love you, Pussycat!

You keep lying, when you oughta be a truthin'

You've always been dark

Go Team Natural!

Climb into my machine so we can groove on out

Michael, you never told me you knew Johnny Fontane!

If you blow your knee out with this running club thing, I'll have to have you put down. It's not personal, it's strictly business.

I grow faint. This opressive heat brings me back to Florida. That sweltering prison lanai. The lower-middle class guards. Low-count cottons.
— Lord Black (@LordConradBlack) August 20, 2013

The smell of this new car is nauseating. On so many levels.

BUT,

We're gonna sing along no matter what!

I have an idea that you are here

Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be

Afro-European

I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back

Just nod if you can hear me, is there anyone home?

Behold and Love this Giant