Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Giving lectures.
"How do you feel?"
One asked about the impending weather. One turned at a right angle and said, "I just got scalped motherfucker. How would you want me to feel?"
the woman in the Daisy Duke's told. She gulped down straight tea, no sugar, on ice, drained the Pepsi cup of the stuff, crushed it a...
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