far off through the hedges some eident body was at work with a lawn-mower, clinkle-clankle, a bairn was wailing in a bairn's unease as Chris dug and raked […]

'Are you smoking ghanja?' 'What?' 'Texas tea, grass, greefo, hay, Mary Jane, pot?' 'Texas tea?' 'Have you been getting blasted?'

― I wish trolls could be banned from the forum immediately, without any discussion. ― This!

[…] her husband's increased and more frequent storms of passion, unfollowed by any halcyon and honeymoon suings for forgiveness […]