The great Gaels of Ireland. The race that God made mad. For all their wars are merry. And all their songs are sad.
Oh God, Gilbert when you said that. I'm afraid I'll have to jump across the gorge. Like in this book I'm reading. . When you read it back. You need a painkiller, painkiller but I'm sober.
Big nuthin', big nuthin', big nuthin', nuthin'. . I was on a TV show, that everybody said. Would change the course of my life that night by the time I went to bed.