wavy bridge

Oh my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted

While we′re all sitting here having toxins pumped from our bodies, we are kept supplied with magazines about Hollywood fucknuckles who are voluntarily having botulism syringed into theirs.

Owing possibly to some flaw in his mental make-up, Uncle Tom has been collecting old silver since I was so high […]. I knew all about that collection of his, not only because I had had to listen to him for hours on the subject of sconces, foliation, ribbon wreaths in high relief and gadroon borders, but because I had what you might call a personal interest in it, once having stolen an eighteenth-century cow-creamer for him.