once more into the breach we go, to ascertain what became of the mutton glutton within

same folks who were drinkin the sweet sarcophagus juices in 2015 are now stripping our beloved fountain of all its swamp algae with no thought to whether future generations will have enough ooze to fuel the bioreactor within rfk's flesh golem

the public wants the various slimes and oozes from the reflecting pool from which they can create more effective potions and poultices, reflection is not the goal here

khaki shorts are no longer appropriate for our annual men's cigar club meetups, capris are still permitted (within reason)

asking me to interpret the portents with fibrous, solid logs and not even having the decency to make a messy splatter for me in the restroom? its like you were raised in a barn, this is how i earn my living

had a long and somber dialogue with slunchard o'grisham today, was quite drained due to the duration and vigor of his handshake which lasted about 45 minutes. cant say i agree with the man on much but his handshake is unusually powerful for a man of his stature

silicone valley needs to use some of this fancy new artificial intelligence to improve upon the very antiquated didgideroo