He was born with a silver spoon and an upturned nose. He didn't lose the latter when he squandered the former.

Eight animals (8/18) had variable amounts of subcutaneous edema, and 2/18 had serosanguineous peritoneal effusion.

That same hair-mantled, flint-hurling Aboriginal Anthropophagus.

A throbbing bulge strained between his legs, mocking any attempt he made to focus either his eyes or his mind on his work. Shit! Maybe Zeke was right. After three years of playing Willy Wanker Solitaire, he was so fuckstrated[.]