Archimedes
"Who knows anything?"
Before analysis can begin, we must venture out and collect data.
"Who knows anything?"
"Alvin!" shouts Mr. Owl.
"The study of mu-u-u-sical instruments is our subject for today."
The "Perfesser."
"You run smack into a pretty face. WOOH-WOOH!"
"He’s God!" screamed a Plymouth rock hen.
"Enough is too much!"
"Who-o-o-o killed Cock Robin?"
"HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY."
A sport shirt that's fit for a king.
Better tobacco.
What fun an evening by the fire can be with today's relaxed people
Fast game… but sure moves.