She's getting a little old to run to her mother every time she gets in a fight with her friends.

What felt like a fly crawling down my cheek was a solitary sweatdrop.

The possessions of these Abbies were each a sort of Goshen, enjoying the calm light of peace and immunity.

[…] my Pirate of Penzance, my lilac love lance, my ramrod, my wad, my schlong, my tube, my tonk, my Jimmy, my Johnny, my tarse, my verge, my honk, my bishop, my pawn, my rook, my king, my knight, my Gonzo, my Kermie, my Bert, my Ernie, […]