…and perfection accelerates in playing a Time Lord.

The Dawn of Escape from the Rise of Conquest in the Battle for the War at the Beneath of the Valley of the Planet of the Apes of Wrath: The Motion Picture

Spread the dissent far and wide:
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“Telling the truth is a pretty hard thing. And in a young man's first attempt, with the distortions of his vanity, egotism, hot passion, and lacerated pride, it is almost impossible…"
—Thomas Wolfe, You Cant Go Homo Again

…and then later: "Hey, why didn't he die like Porkins?"

I remember when we were kids, one of our favorite games was to play "pirate." We'd dress up like pirates. Then we'd go find an adult walking down the street and we'd go up to him and pull out our butcher knives, which we called "swords," and say, "We're pirates! Give us your money!" A lot of adults would pretend to…

I'm thinking that this guy might end up killing some folks dead in this show.

I hear those Heisenburgers are amazing too,
but still have uncertainty about trying one due to
condiment indeterminacy and other associative confusions
that got me feeling blue.

Zuckerboogers

Hot to rot.

I remember back in college some Vietnam vet adjunct English professor told us Amelia Earhart was eaten by cannibals.
There was some other time he described pigs eating the corpses in some village his platoon went through, and how when they went back through a few days later, they ate the pigs.

Drugs Accelerate Remarkable Excellence

Didn't this hot dog do something untoward with an underage cheeseburger?
It won't be smiling or dancing once Uncle Jughead gets his chompers out.

Boo-hoo. Little Lord Fauntleroy's tummy hurts because there's too much roast beef in it…

May the Blessings of the Bomb Almighty,
and the Fellowship of the Holy Fallout,
descend upon us all. This day and forever more.
Glory be to the Bomb, and to the Holy Fallout.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be.
World without end. Amen.

Meanwhile, the Dot Hog Queen courts mysterium cosmographicum at a pig instinct monadologie junction where a loose meat condiment apocalypse drops upon all the bastard offspring platonia of the Sandwich Duke…

I grew up with a bunch of 'combat-asses' and tended with it by being 'candy-ready.'

Due to certain parameters—vis-à-vis loss of market share to circuses and pornography—this opportunity will be scrapped with extreme prejudice.

Stank Frallone

Cradling the balls and working the shaft wouldn't work either.