Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed-that's me, love.

Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed - that's me, love.

To take an Annamite to bed with you is like taking a bird: they twitter and sing on your pillow

The only people who are happy about this, ... are CAIR and the corporate weasels at ABC who go to bed every night terrified that someone will call them insensitive.

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

It's nice to see that look of alarm on the faces of the others.