For Pete's sake, get off the computer! You've been on there for ages!

But he was a hardcore Zephead in 1977, when he saw his favorite band at Madison Square Garden during their triumphant return to touring after two years of personal strife.

Here she was thinking she had a strapping black Mandingo and she ended up with an Uncle Tom, Ain't no way her pussy was gon' get wet for coon dick.

He launched into a long rigmarole of which I understood no word: the Skyriots speak a language all their own, and are unintelligible even to the Psariots, who inhabit the next island. But his tone, and the uninhibited delight of his expression, were eloquence enough.