Young men washed in the ecstasy of macho male companionship rode a jeep through barren country and embraced at a bar piled up with beer cans. You only go around once, the announcer said.

They are not illegal,they are not illegal? (I guess they're like the Rhode Islanders who come to work in Connecticut from [Fall Reeve] and [Proavidence] LOL).

The sight of the rope against the whitewashed wall and the thought of the bloodsome uproar which was about to smash the peace of the night into hash served to deepen that rummy feeling to which I have alluded.

Many a pretty girl I have seen in my time, who didn't pan out according to specifications when I finally met her.