Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of
- Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories.
- "Hey, bird-brain. I called on you. You do remember the components of basic turbine design, don't you? Just come on up here and diagram it for the class." Cheryl's mind turned like
- a concrete mixer as she stood up & trudged to the Smartboard. "I'm torqued," she thought to herself as she tried to recall the difference between impulses & reactions. Cheryl's tur
- -gid thesis had been a success. The glory went to Cheryl's head. She could no longer last the day without a pick-me-up. Now she was stumbling over her scientific explananations in
- linguistic stilettos, so to speak. Her drug addiction fueled her genius, unbeknownst to her peers. Cheryl stumbled down to her lab. There it was: Pepsi. She rode the brown dragon
- which explained the stains on her pants. Cheryl had discovered a way to freebase Pepsi. She cooked it down with potash into cubed chunks. Her first hit was the best and never dupli
- Cated model for the new century. Richard Pryor was not able to pull that off. Cheryl found a new career promoting Agenda 21 after she changed the procedure for verifying purchases
- By suspect Cetans concerned with their pet's emotional "journey". If that is all you got this one here went through the Needle's Eye with a dAfont spaceship destroyer with only 1
- second left to go before the previous world was obliterated. So I think I know a thing or two about pets with emotional baggage, thank you very much. As for me, I am fine, in spite
- my diagnosis of ajy'ioerhnsdefr I rarely see the little lice men anymore and the urge to eat toe jam and cottage cheese pierogies has all but disappeared. Now excuse me...squirrel!
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- 2013-09-19 15:02:26
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- 2017-02-10 16:34:49
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