He grabbed my head and started mouthfucking […]

Anticholinergic toxicity results in a characteristic mumbling, as if the patient is trying to quickly recite a haiku with a mouthful of marbles.

Finally, she showed me the hot saw. These are not machines so much as bulky beasts of destruction: souped-up chainsaws with snowmobile or motorcycle engines, some of which run on airplane fuel, that weigh forty to sixty pounds and kick like a rifle when started.

The soup was OK, but the dessert was excellent.