When bartering with a cannibal it is important to note that they take things very literally especially when it comes to payment. Godfrey learned this lesson the hard way after bartering for some shrunken heads in exchange for goat cheese and three fingers of Scotch. The cannibal mistaking him for a Scotsman came to collect payment. Godfrey protested and claimed to be French Canadian at which point the cannibal cackled away his protestations and produced a bone saw.
"Am I wrong? Am I wrong? This is a league game. This determines who enters the next round robin! We play Quintana and O'Brien next week. They should be pushovers."
"S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Shop smart, shop S-MART!"
As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. - Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
No reason. It's only... I just happened to look behind us and something is there.
What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters... "
Don't talk to the hand, don't look at the hand, don't feed the hand. The hand is still very upset with you but warmer now that it has a front pocket to cry in.
Where do Plaidjacks go when they die? They don't go to a lake of fire and fry, but they do make it to San Diego and the Keys. They don white suits and pass for the Colonel with wee beady eyes and attend secret meetings at a location known only as "The Meadows."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests
Came in through the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!"
"See, kids be gettin stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks
Shorty see the action and then start to mimic
Runnin to the corner, the dice game is blazin
Lookin at the loot, it seems so amazin"
A spectre floats along the shoreline hunted tirelessly by the Sergeant Major. He casts his lines into the ephemeral to capture all traces of those gone beyond.
Spoonman called Particleman for lunch at Alice's Restaurant. The pair chatted to no end about the cobbler, the atmosphere, and Spoonman's affinity for becoming a Betterman as opposed to an Ironman or Nowhereman. Particleman agreed wholeheartedly and asked for a rhythm rendition of Gene Autry's "Back in the Saddle Again". Particleman then agreed to sing it like Brian Johnson with appropriate crotch thrusting at diner patrons.
Good Evening. Tonight's story is a tale of terror so shocking we can only show it to you after the children have all gone to bed. Our story begins with a young woman out for a drive...
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