You jelly! You tik! You tak! You tok! You elemental cranebunny! You muddy bunfoster! You granulated pepperstaff! You rolling hipcradle! Out! Out, I say!
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Tesla thought about joining the circus, and, for a few weeks, he practiced juggling knives and hammers. However, he soon lost interest and turned to stamp collecting instead.
Nikola is writing: a. ‘I am in the process of attempting to duplicate Viktor Frankenstein’s work …. b. ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All …. c. ‘I am wondering whether or not I should challenge Edison to a duel …. […]
What did Anna Pavlova keep in her large wicker trunk? Dead swans? No. Live swans? No, not even close. An assortment of chocolates to snack on while reclining? No. Jigsaw puzzles to assemble while dancing around her especially constructed tall puzzle table? No, she kept those in a closet. Perhaps something as boring as costumes? […]
The Skeffington ram had a mini-cam installed upon his brow. While nailing it there his words to share were several shouts of ‘Ow!’