From that point on, Dallas was never the same. It hit its peak. It lost credibility. It jumped the shark.

Does money fail?—come to my mint—coin paper, Till gold be at a discount, and ashamed To show his bilious face, go purge himself, In emulation of her vestal whiteness.

Men's dicks just don't cut it for me anymore, I need some gock.

'Tell me,' she went on tiredly trying another tack. 'Did you hit her with the on-side or off-side wing?'