POET: 'What's you name, traveller?' WOMAN: 'Judith X' POET: 'What's the X?' WOMAN: 'X-Mcguire. I'm divorced.' POET: 'Alone?' WOMAN: 'Alone' POET: 'Why?' WOMAN 'Because the touch of human skin makes me sick!'
You Will Burn in Hell...
Bondage Psycho from Hell!
L'an mil neuf cens nonante neuf sept mois, / Du ciel viendra un grand Roy d'effrayeur, / Resusciter le grand Roy d'Angolmois, / Avant apres, Mars regner par bon heur.
It's Night Like You've Never Seen Before.