Sunnah Days, Drifting Away, But, uh-oh, those Sunnah nights (wella wella wella, unh).

~Obey the Dried Grape, though he be but an obvious inferior.
~Each portrait makes the flames burn hotter, each brush stroke a nail in the jahannam coffin.  Malik says hey.
~For whom does the bell toll? The bell tolls... for Satan, since he invented it.  The clash of the Bedouin sounds commences.
~Make like Neil Young: gut a man's cheeks and walk on.  While you're at it, crack his skull with a rock.  Don't worry.  Before you know it he'll be good as new.
~Thou shalt have 50 First Dates.  However, none will be with a Barrymore and the skull cracking will sound like a pretty decent alternative.
~God invented the pen.  It talked back so he made it do his bidding.
~Due to predestination, the final score is now Adam-1, Moses-0.
~Happy 1st bloggy year, won an al!