Guayaquil you for that.
I give you El Rancho Grande – Morgan Hill’s premium rodeo facility. Easy access to the freeway!
Some sort of grass golem made from the remains of a nearby kids’ soccer field (now a parking lot) and one of Mike Nolan’s old suits.
There are three barriers between trying out for Jeopardy and pillaging Trebekistan.
You’re done when we say you’re done.
That’s fair.
There’s still more Eric Jonrosh to come. The guy was a literary machine.
If I remember correctly (and I do because I am cursed with an excellent memory for annoying minutiae in stupid movies), the coastline was at Barstow - which incidentally is about 2000 feet above sea level.
What can I say? I have a weakness for book lungs.
12.a.i: Mercy - pillbugs, spiders, moths, crickets
His nickname is “The Baby-Faced Assassin”*.