Wait, your thing needs titles, don't they?

Your face is a sandwich thrown at the wall. I want to see a picture of Swanny's brother. Goddamn, why are your brothers so old? Your wife is a silhouette. Sniff, sniff. Psych! I went to Barry's! Oh yeah, here we go. Who are the T.Hose? The T.Hose are rocky. Scrumtrelescently rocky. I have to be home by 8 I guess, says Kathy. Update, you asshole.