Within an hour, forty people were stuffed into his apartment, all carrying gifts, dressed for a party, and it quickly became obvious he'd prearranged a party for himself and not told me. Okay. That's a bit wackadoodle.

his beard grew thin and hungerly

[…] for the Question is not about the Succession, but the Regularity and Apostolicalness of it.

The rumors about Carnival 7NC’s are legion, one such rumor being that their Cruises are kind of like floating meat-market bars and that their ships bob with a conspicuous carnal squeakatasqueakata at night.