aren’t going to believe it…” It took me a second to mix the picture and sound; everything was a bit hazy. “A woman with a nylon over her face took the Ferrari and the 200k,”
deliver themselves!” I could have collapsed deep under its evil syrupy spell, but I was too witless…no! you can’t make me! The evil clown face climbed up out of the pancake and
sighed resignedly. "What do you mean? You absolutely crushed it!" Mel vehemently protested. The other AGT judges agreed. Simon said: "You stomped on your own brain- no one has EVER
suggested, "Good marriage counselor, like Boris and Natasha have." Steve was shocked at her sudden bad Russian accent. "I thought I knew you," he said as the borscht boiled over on
Dale was left to die at the beach, with the waves soaking his broken legs. He watched the vast early morning sky and saw a flash of a shooting star. One last wish. Just one more.
again, the mob would have to stage a lunar landing. I especially missed my capo, Carlo. On the plus side, my beard grew to epic dimensions on the moon. I practiced braiding it
It was launch day eve and I was feeling a little woozy. Two and a half years of instruction wasn’t enough to lessen my fears. The journey to the brink of disaster was perilous.
A hush fell over the interview room and the faces of the hiring staff turned white. The company boss turned to me & hissed:"You like…TURTLES!?" It turns out when he fought in Iraq
Many, many moons ago, when the palefaces tried to treat the indigenous people as equals; when they shared their wine, women, and song with White Crow and He Who Wrestles Barenaked.
Without pulling any punches—which is challenging when you don’t have any arms—it would be extremely good of you (enormously respectable) if you wouldn’t disrupt the flow of my tale
