Read the label.
One's against the law, and the other's a sick bird.
Time
They roll their J's.
Count the stripes on his track pants.
Because the only numbers in them are page numbers.
Curses, foiled again!"
Because the label said General Foods.
He said, "No man, clay chair."
Because it was down hill!
cut to me filling my car with tomato soup* Me: Um... A fast one.