(Only a large, knife-wielding ******-lover could stop me now...only jests in nature lobular, ductal, medullary, mucinous, papillary & adeno-cystic can spread me thinly across the veneer that is cultura Americano...bad man, sad man, Saddam Hussein insisted that the kangaroo court be adjourned to pray. TEACH of tetchy ta-ta, tulips & tangles, philanthropy & misanthropy, trekking with Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa, of sitting around with a chair manufacturer and throwing tantrums with Jesse Jackson and of easing back the throttle on entering Central Station. These are the things, oh yeah!!! : the things semi-fine and super smooth that parade aces by queens; that jade unladen churls in admixtures unrefined; that pull on pork by the tines of forks that fork about in spooning postures whilst Fords ford the Monongahela as belching Pittsburghers like chubby Timmy Popovich pop dimwitted/small-titted Tammy Bozovich of Mount Washington on Mount Washing-ton in a city marred by the unmarried, oh yeah!!! (denounced x 6) Next (some easy nap): Harrowing testimonies of abuse from within the Catholic church...of the alphabetized bulls, bull A being the first, number five is the most inclined to steal your lunch money; Buddha bug = Budapest; Gary the *** is from Hungary...Commercial toothpaste manufacturers advise you to expectorate their ****-uct as it contains: stannous fluoride (the class-2 toxin) and (the inorganic tin compounds): stannous chloride, stannous sulfide & stannic oxide. It remains for us to protect our personalized/personable nervous systems vigilantly; to guard against the polytopes... The wages of sin is death. The wages of ******* is small. The A's & B's of Beatles' tunes: “Can't Buy Me Love”/“Can Sell Your Hate”; “I Want to Hold Your Hand”/“You Refuse to Release my Foot.” The Beatles sang: “Golden slumbers fill your eyes; Smiles await you when you rise; Sleep pretty darling; Do not cry; And I will sing a lullaby,” which begs the question: “How am I supposed to sleep with you hippies belting out lullabies?” The ultimate act of stupidity is naming my stinking chihuahua Chico Harrison because he smells like the crapped-out Paul McCartney who hasn't even crapped out yet. A murderous rampage earns for you a Medal of Honor citation. [My deep, abiding hatred for women is ******* by my deep, abiding hatred for men.] Opening salvo to my tome next: “So passionately did my wife smother me with kisses that I feared for my life...” or: “My wife's kisses resurrected a passion in me not known since our honeymoon till I realized that it was the garbage-man and not the wife at all...” or even: “'Pucker up!' I instructed as I have just watched an old Jane Russell bra commercial...”