Death from Above: a memoir

Every so often, I like to just nibble on the corner of a cardboard box to let it know who's in charge. Don't ask me, 'cause that ship has sailed. A bird in foot is worth six in the sash case. Lord over the Harriet Tubman cream for sore and condescending cankles - you've already used over half of the tube. Remember that time when we jumped through the portal of sarcasm to the dimension of pain and suffering? Spaghettification ? Bull crap. Never trusting Tyson again. Unless.... we reconfigure all heroic histories to the same frequency: that of complete and utter Huey Lewis domination.

studs terkel would be proud

Creflo Dollar, are you here? I left my Glade plugged in and there's nobody to redden trespassers through monogamous retrofitting and sundry divebombs. Fresheners for fedoras, he seems to be the best we've ever seen. How is This information received in respect to thuggery,  when ardent films kill no hussy vinegar sticks? Beats me... beats wife. Finish assignment or end up in electric chair.