I'll cook clams, lobsters—hot-and-spicy red potatoes and corn cobettes.

So theſe pretended inſpired men though they flie high, and ſeem to feed of nothing but free truth, as they draw it from Gods own breathing; yet they took their ground firſt from the Text, though they ran a deal of fancyfull diviſion upon it; and if a man watch them, he ſhall finde them fall flat upon the Text again, and be but as other Mortals are for all their free prætenſions and extraordinary aſſiſtances.

He was a rather playful artist.

I was working a shitty-ass job in fast food.