My nose always gets itchy the moment I put on my face mask.

By the afternoon it seemed as if the storm had passed and that frost was setting in; but in the evening the wind rose to gale force, bringing telegraph poles down like skittles and tangling power and telephone lines.

We take for granite as we are growing up That we will live to a ripe old age The things we take for granite Would more than fill a newspaper page

In fact, the TradCath Weirdo is so obsessed with fecundity and nonprocreating marriages that he represents the only type of contemporary white person that actively hates dogs.