I've got BALLS!

And they're the size of baseballs... and I've got five of them... and they've been handled and scribbled on by great men!

Eat the black emptiness that fills the space where your heart should be Fat Drunken Cupid!

My wife... I think I'll keep her.

Though her "Hootered" past is keeping me out of the better county clubs.

What's that rising from the ashes? Some sort of phoenix shaped object?

I was forced to take refuge in my fortress of solitude until my important work was completed. Your patience is appreciated.