Like walkin' in the rain and the snow
when there's... No place to GSCRITCHZIIIIIIIP! *GRAB* POUND! SMASH! WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM! CRACKLE SPLINTER SHATTER! grumble grumble.... sweep sweep sweep DUMP.
*sigh* so much for THAT album. Listen, you stupid knownothing pop singer! You wanna talk about the things we do for love? empty and clean your pregnant wife's puke bucket for the umpteenth time, THEN come talk to me about "the things we do for love." Useless git.
Furthermore, whoever named it "morning" sickness should be killed slowly.
Now if you'll pardon me, I need coffee.