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May the ghosts of Eppa Rixey and Leon Cadore bring assistance on this day of opening to the efforts of Edwin Volquez and Jered Weaver.
May the ghosts of Eppa Rixey and Leon Cadore bring assistance on this day of opening to the efforts of Edwin Volquez and Jered Weaver.
Here is a view of the line formed to buy tickets to ‘The Flower Drum Song’.
A corner of Socrates’ garden? A Pompeii courtyard the day before the you know what? A cropped close-up of the winning entry in a cake decorating contest? A ghostly image of deadly robot hands? An attractive and innocent looking strangle vine near a pillar? Hint: The loon ran in terror, shrieking, “No, robot! Nooooo!”
Here the mountain, which was shaggy with wild olive and esculent oak, sloped sharply down to the sea, five hundred feet below at that time dappled with small banks of mist, like sheep grazing, as far as the horizon line. I’ve always preferred my oaks to be esculent, haven’t you? I mean, of course, with […]
I don’t know about you, but whenever I come across sentient washcloths unanimously expressing a single opinion concerning the question at hand, I quickly and thoroughly back their belief. I forget what it was, though.
The whole chicken/egg froofraw can best be solved by: a. revisiting Stalin’s boyhood. b. a blunderbuss c. sentient washcloths d. hammers at one pace e. skiing
The alien life form suppressed for the moment its desire to bring the death ray into play. Yes, the lady in front of it had 17 items in her cart and this was supposedly the ‘express lane 15 items or fewer’. But no, to sabotage the entire mission over two little items would be beyond […]