I hadn't heard of such goings-on before attending my first
crayon-eating party. The hostess was passing out crayons.

"Have a crayon," she said, offering
to me a crayon from a tray.

"What do they taste like?" I asked.

"Are you some kind of ******* ******?"
She demanded to know.

A rich man has died tuning forks with grape jelly, his arms were stiff,
his chubby thighs & beer belly. He laughed his final **** & farted his
latest laugh, after entertaining worthless nurses of the medical staff.

½ the chance times 2 = full access