"...he's up on the roof with his boids. He keeps boids. Dirty... disgusting... filthy... lice-ridden boids. You used to be able to sit out on the stoop like a person. Not anymore! No, sir! Boids!... You get my drift?"
Hey, I saw that line in a movie. "The Producers", I think.
Springtime for Hitler and Germany. Winter for Poland and France.
You should see what they've done to the statues in NYC. Yuk.
“I’m not a madam, I’m a conci-urj.”