I have a Formal Demand for someone to Push Me into my Tuxedo so I can look like a Billion Dollar Kid at the Whitechapel near Jungle Bay, where I'm to wed Miss Bootylishes. The honeymoon will little more than a Junket as we'll be taking Mary's Pet to a con-Dominium near someplace called Kingarrick.
A man went to the doctor's and said "I can't stop singing 'Delilah'" The doctor replied "Ah, you have Tom Jones Syndrome" The man asked "Is that quite common"? to which the doctor replied "It's Not Unusual"