Klink
The clink, the lock up, the cooler, the hoosegow. You know… jail.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol
The love that dare not speak it’s name
Puppy love
The bitch is back.
Stone cold sober, as a matter of fact
I’m as drunk as a skunk.
Do skunks get drunk, or are they just stinking?
Skunky beer
Skunk-faced.
Stoat-faced
Weasel
Badger
We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers!
I know what gold does to men’s souls.
It’s the stuff that dreams are made of.
slow and steady fire
withering fire
Fire at Will!