When I glanced footward, the pack's waist belt was out of sight, overhung with belly.

Dear Peter, I need your stuffin' Your bod, your rod, and handcuffin' While I wait for your ans- wer, I'll take off my pants, And start in on buffin' the muffin!

The Camorras, like the Mafia, spread their venom to several states and by 1913 they had branches in much of the United States.

Why don’t we dispense with the formalities. Please call me Al.