Oh look at the ceiling so nice and clean....will someone get this weight off me?

This bar is heavy as all hell...no wonder I'm having this fainting spell.

Those socks inspire me:

With tears in eyes and lacking strength to stand;
Amid dashed hopes and shattered dreams he cried.
Crushed not by house but 'neath the savage hand
of Gwen, the wicked witch of the Eastside.

Ding dong, the merry oh, sing it high, sing it low. (Not to make any munchkin implications ar anything...)

We can always count on Brock to raise (well, ok, at least change) the level of discourse around here. Lovin' it.