warning: nitrogen levels at status quo

The reddish barn went sky diving when the fear-driven cattle played chess.

Quicksand isn't quick, it is slow. Slow isn't fast, though to fast is to not eat, so slow is to eat. Eat is something you do, usually, after having been hungry. Twice.

When a blanket baked a billionaire into bits and bytes, three thousand two hundred and twenty-one nondescript items remained exactly where they were.

Being stung by a millimetric caliper is about as pleasant as banging gently a single knuckle on the antler of a flangeless incarnation. I should know.

There is little I can say about armpits.