Death shut the door, but I wandered back through, with cold, lifeless hands and a hunger for you.

Don't let it's name fool you: This fruit has nothing to do with the one that grows on vines. In fact, it's a type of citrus.

Put a group that plays music together and how old you are, and it's something you plaster on your boo-boo.

Why is it that the amusement park ride operators never yell ‘Scream if you want to go faster!’ on this fairground attraction?

Peter wears me as a last name and never grows up; eggs fry in me.