I might scratch myself, as would a ******, to save my snaffle-toothed, bandy-legged, sallow-complected wife from having to work for damnable **** dam builders. Soon K.O. (Kenyan Obama) will expunge my negritude as he'd promised to from copy-cat Joe Biden's ratty apartment in A.D. 2008. Creedsmen et confreres unite! Pitch the V.T.R.P.E. (Variable Terrain Radio Parabolic)! Egest (excrete) pitches intersubjective (inter-relating 2 consciousnesses). Sing with a united and/or unified voice “Giovinezza” (Italy's official Fascist song). I think my dog is hungry. I think that his hunger knows no end. I think that he's watching me. I think that he plots to eat me while I sleep.