ITINERANT CONTORTIONIST
Edith Piaf’s father was an itinerant contortionist. So there’s that.
Edith Piaf’s father was an itinerant contortionist. So there’s that.
The judge was hopeless with a lariat.
Unlike Will Rogers, Judge Landis: a. never met a man he liked. b. couldn’t beat a snake in a baseball throwing contest. c. was hopeless with a lariat. d. treated his polo ponies like trash.
He spoke with a voice of steel reinforced with tungsten or some other such metal. ‘Tungsten!’ cried Barlow. ‘It’s the very thing we’ve been looking for!’ She entered the room in a fury, flinging tungsten.
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You approach Henchley’s Brow, so named because of the scuzzy gorse running rampant along the dunes. Your destination is the inn located there, and whether or not you’ll find it is in doubt as you suffer leg-buckling lashes of fury from the howling storm. Finally, staggered sideways by a particularly violent gust, you slam against […]
Her own bulky figure was made more ponderous by layer on layer of ill-assorted garments of the kind donned from time to time as night wears on by one who, having been aroused hastily and in emergency, has arrived scantily clad. That forty pounder is from Show Boat.