Stop crying and viper your nose!
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
No one cries when you chop up the baby.
Because red means stop.
Vladislov, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... I'm sorry..
Doesn't matter, they both taste the same.
Baby don't hurt me.
If they squirted it through their tails it'd be very difficult to aim.
They keep sticking their noses into everyone else's business.
Stop crying and viper your nose.
