Even when the deceptive mask was torn away, and the broken-hearted parent, beholding the accursed fact, that his darling son, the fancied stay of his declining age, was enlisted against him in his brother's horrible revolt, cursed them both and died, not even then did one compunctuous visiting touch his callous heart.

Drop and give me fifty, maggot.

No ugly monument of their ancestors disfigures the church walls, no hideous brick box unadorns the country churchyard, and a plain stone, perhaps moss grown, is all the record of their fathers they can show.

I had the driver’s side window motor replaced about three weeks ago on my ‘03 MC. Last weekend, the passenger side started acting up, but I guess I don’t have the “Fonzie” touch — beating on the door panel didn’t do anything but hurt my hand.