Schnickpot

The hills are alive.

They said: "That's an old bacon." I felt ashamed.

Your brow is your forehead, but your eyebrows are mustaches above each of your eyes.

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe, with loss of Eden, till one greater man restore us, and regain the blissful seat, sing heavenly muse, that on the secret top of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire that shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, in the beginning how the heavens and earth rose out of chaos: or if Sion Hill delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed fast by the oracle of God; I thence invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, that with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

Well done, you vomity chain gang. Crime's not soccer, Fran!

Does this butt look my dress make big?

Gets really uncomfortable around the halfway point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlsuNnrzWuE