Should I flounder awhile without a tumble / Thro' this metrification of Catullus, […]

To me there is something sad in his life, and sometimes I have a sort of foreboding about him. I don't know why, but I fancy he will have some great trouble—perhaps an unhappy end.

Las Vegas: The pit boss sees all on the casino floor as a trained trouble spotter amid this high-roller’s paradise.

My cat ate one of those rubber bands you fucknozzles are always dropping on my sidewalk. The vet charges were $240. Which one of you numbnutzs gets the bill?