When I drive the sharpened object in, choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate and memorandum.
Life was feeling good again, and you had to ruin it.
My cat is trying to play with my newly dyed hair. I tried to move my head and she got mad and tried to hold my head down with one paw so she could investigate further.
That unbearable burn of $2 hair dye
Listening to Amy Winehouse with my cat