A particular peculiarity of my ****-poor personality is a predictable penchant for pursuing people who put that ***** of prominent protrusion of pinpointed pain just inside my perfect throat.
It's in the quaint place where questions quell beneath the quiver of emotion that could be quickly dissolved if quelling qualified in the quest for quiet peace.
Just a little fun. I'm astonished at how few "P" and "Q" words I am able to call to mind! ;)