I am stuffed up to here with appetizers.

This included Prunella Tuff, my “sister-out-law”, a term we invented to describe the relationship between us as she was the sister of my brother in-law, Tim Tuff.

At each spontaneous tribute rendered by the wayfarers to this black pagod of a fellow—the tribute of a pause and stare, and less frequent an exclamation,—the motley retinue showed that they took that sort of pride in the evoker of it which the Assyrian priests doubtless showed for their grand sculptured Bull when the faithful prostrated themselves.

Since I became a pick-up artist, I've performed over two hundred cold approaches.