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.