Mitzi loved to hog the spotlight. Then came the fateful day the curtain fell on her.

Its curtains foar dis kitteh.

Where's the gas pedal on this thing?

Wat, dis issn't a car?

Stumble, stumble, "Why is the grass so high? Where's my keys? Am I at the right house?" This concludes my impression of you when you return from a party on Saturday night.

Awl teh wurlds a staej, u know.