Her black hair and matching eyes were almost

Her black hair and matching eyes were almost as hypnotic as the dark brown legs that appeared beneath her denim skirt as reliably as a welfare check on the last day of every month

She walked in beauty like the Knight - for her one flaw was a manner of self locomotion that was jerky and made it appear as if she wore invisible armor.

Perhaps not invisible to all, but certainly to most. That was the best part. Knowing that only Knights recognize other Knights, the greatest secret of all. Lonely at times but

totally all about male sexuality. Giant, armored, heaving, muscular Knights who can only see each other. They can toast their masculinity, they can draw swords and

throw their sweat beads across miles of baron wastelands hoping one day to uncover the one true arc in an attempt to overthrow an amazing canadian piece of landscape with

bacon.

He huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down - resulting in the gorgeous chicken and bacon sandwich I have sat in front of

on many an occasion, watching as it slowly decomposed before my eyes, delighting in the changes not only in colour but in texture too, you couldnt see anything this good on tv any

more - and even then, you'd miss out on the pungent odor that filled the room with

gas, causing people to leave in haste. What an odor it was! George shook his head and left the room, his hand clutched over his nose.