O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves … But this is rather ill-natured, as GK Chesterton pointed out in a testy rebuttal poem: Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much.
I guess so you don't have much power, it is easier to control people".
Never before, I would guess, has so much art been expended on a piece for P.S. 122's New, New Stuff series, which, as its name suggests, specializes in the semi-pro.
I guess guzzling so much regular cola that you were growing boobs wasn't acceptable anymore but drinking that girly diet soda wasn't going to cut it, so now, thank god, we have a diet soda just for men.
Who would have guessed that so much would hang on such a trifling matter?
Guess seemed so much like a character that nothing she did seemed real, or really that bad.
You'd think a live show could adjust on the fly, but I guess there's so much planning that goes into "American Idol" that some things just aren't flexible.
