I'm sorry....

I would propose they use the massive vacuum inside Marge's head to suck out all the oxygen and starve the fire.

I apologise in advance.....

Grim.

I'd rather be vigorously fistfucked by a rabid pangolin with herpes, my balls slow roasted over a dung fire, and molten lava ladled into my gaping ringpiece than read her inane bullshit.

Any questions?

Guess where we are.....?

Greetings from Montreaux, I've had a quick chat with Freddie, Miles and Stravinsky; they all say hi.

Has he fucked off yet?

Behold, arseholes.

Lest ye fergit.

The message so different....yet so much the same.

When the titanic sank, some ghastly parochial rag in Aberdeen headlined: 'North-East man lost at sea'.