Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.
Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.
Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.
The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.
Mother went out again tonight, looking like a courtesan.
The human desire for food and sex is relatively equal. If there are armed rapes, why should there not be armed hot dog thefts?