[Steely Tom]

Night of the flying ashtrays?

Forget ashtrays.

We're talking head doing a 180, green pea soup fountaining, cavernous voice shouting the unspeakable in a strange language, air in room suddenly frigid...

[Oldexpat]

Ding dong the witch is dead. Get out of my life. Go anywhere. I never want to see your face again.

[jonathonandjennifer]

I bet that there is no one who will want to be in the same room with her tonight.