They were all soon mounted and moving toward West Plains, soon coming to a horsen log.

The proper solaces of age are not music and compliments, but wisdom and devotion.

Quick! She's already on the way out!

He starts on the pitch: ‘Call it what you want, yeah, snapper, bearded clam, cooler cleavage, the pink taco, Beavage, there’s nothing that tastes or smells like a camel toe.’