[in reference to turkey bowling] He [Tommy] squinted and picked his target, then took his steps and sent the bird sliding down the aisle. A collective gasp rose from the crew as the fourteen-pound, self-basting, fresh-frozen projectile of wholesome savory goodness plowed into the soap bottles like a freight train into a chorus line of drunken grandmothers.
Christopher MooreStephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.
Christopher MooreLife is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk
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