He spends all his free time chasing girls.

Although bubblejet technology sounds messier than inkjet technology, bubblejets typically produce better images than inkjets.

As Preacher Stevie's prayer drones on I imagine the things Rhonda's sweaty hand touched while she was hawking her underage pootie on the streets of Oklahoma City.

The fifer actually knew but one tune The Bonnie Blue Flag—and did not know that well. But it was all that he had, and he played it with wearisome monotony for every camp call. . . . I never hated any piece of music as I came to hate that threnody of treason.