I'd saved and saved and it was finally here:

I'd saved and saved and it was finally here: my interpretive sign for the center about How to Water a Tree. Most people think you can

just hang a hosepipe over a branch & turn on the tap. No! You need to make a calculation re. the extent of the rootball using this equation. First use pi to at least 10 decimal pla

SMACK! Coach Jaggerbuster slapped the nerd. "Shut up pencil dick, I'm not a porn site for you to fap at. We're down by 3, it's the 4th, we got 1 second on the clock, now are you

you or somebody else. Somebody that can pull their souls out through their feet? Somebody that can defeat their visions? If you are I can't believe I just called you pencil dick!

"Was it a mecca-dauber or a betting pencil?" The chorus sang back in response.

And why not? I pondered... but they were such divergent extremes! Could I couple them together? Peanut Butter? Paste of the earth? and.. Jelly? Necter from the sky? What a sandwich

to set before the gods. I put it on my silver platter and raced up to Valhalla, where Odin and the gang were throwing a party to welcome the newly slain. When they saw my esoteric

tofurkey and bean casserole, they looked at each other, then clashed their mugs in a hearty cheer. The Ale of Valhalla's Dead sprinkled the lands of the living, except those who

Loved folding the last lines of stories, and those folks made their own. Valhalla was pondering how this story would end, and it ended anyway, without his auspices. We laughed!