Mutant turtles? I screwed. There were huge bisexual crocodiles, and he screwed a fat trisexual liberal. All he wanted to do was screw the crew out of his bisexual bicycle and screw a bisexual Scrooge so we could screw the shrew's bowl of funky blue scrutiny screws. Then Screech could squeak out of the school before Scarface and find a skinhead to scalp.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
