He used both hands to scoop water and splash it on his face.

Only one manuscript of Plautus seems to have escaped the general wreck of ancient literature; and it served as the prototype to all the manuscripts at present extant.

No more of his talk about his bitch and her fat mooseknuckle of a puss bunched up in her acid-washed jeans.

Hardly had these twin tsunamis hit, however, than they were followed by wave upon wave of conspiracy theorizing. Who was really behind their deaths? Was either man actually dead at all? Had they been dead for years?