
Taste is a matter of taste.

Taste is a matter of taste.

Unblanketed.

Wait for people or keep people waiting.

Dundreary Whiskers? Or Piccadilly Weepers? Either way, we keep going up til we reach the summit.

You’re the only one that knows the secret; only it’s too late.

Ride horses, don’t eat them.

Drive safe, avoid The Wraith.