I give up. After many a long debates, you

I give up. After many a long debates, you win. Despite how upsetting it may be, I will now call Animal Crackers, Animal Cookies.

y i use #s 2 type wen Im perfectly capable of typing normally. Do you have any idea how hard it is to type like that? Oh yeah, Wheat Thins, Animal Crackers, Ritz and all that.

Of course, Alpha Male did not care for spelling. It wasn't just that he didn't know how to spell. It's also far more manly to smash the keyboard with his fists! With a mighty belch

shirt, which was a shirt with stains and stinks on it. Mostly from belching. But also beer drool and any kind of liquid as a result of ham-handed weirdness. Alpha Male then chugged

His last beer before heading home in a bullock cart. He slept like a dead person.

No sleeping like a log for the likes of him. No, only the dozing of the departed, the siesta of the six-feet-under, the nap of the never-lamented. Until he woke in the bullock cart

from only a fox's sleep, he'd heard everything the night before. They thought he'd been really out of it and hadn't kept their voices down. Now he knew all about their plan to

snub him at the Foxfire Country Club the following evening. Well, he would show them snubbing, he would. He arrived at the Club wearing his grapeskin pants, the only ones of their

of their kind handwoven with silver thread and dried grapeskins. His glorious grapeskin pants made him feel like he didn't need the approval of others to be special.