[FB] There is no 'think' about it. Touching down at Heathrow Terminal 4.

What did you say you wanted to do to your mother, you disgusting pervert? Bank, and do so daily until it wears off or out.

Hell, your maternalistical fantasmagoristicies, my, they're remindicatin' me of an old Texational proverb, goes, uh, y'cain't fool someone as can be fooled no if you're a fool the fool you're foolin' cain't be the fool fooled uh... twice. Donald.

[Dubya] And that would make your move... what, exactly?

[pen] I fear you may have blown your cover...