Screw svsg? I screwed. There were huge bisexual crocodiles, and he screwed a fat trisexual whore. All he had to do was screw the crew out of his bisexual bicycle and screw a bisexual Scrooge so we could screw the shrew's bowl of funky blue scrutiny screws. Then Screech could sneak out of the mausoleum before dawn and find a liberal to kill.



Long as I remember The rain been coming down.
Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun;
And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.