Dropping supplies for the troops.
Doing business at the kissing place.
Number negative twoing.
Punishing the rumbles.
Measuring the tract.
Renting space in my guts.
Doing it American Style.
Dancing with the growling tiger.
Blasting down the chow hole.
Taking the one-way street.
Sending presents UPS.
Letting your teeth do the talking.
Testing out your buttons.
Tempting the membrane minotaur.
Spilling produce down the rabbit hole.
Scamming the gall.
Taking in the trash.
Squeezing out the mops.
Sinking the wrong ship.
Cornering yesterday's biscuit.
Forgetting what it means to be hungry.
Lingering in the larder.
Choking out Gandhi.
Screaming through the specials.
Stabbing the torso from the top.
Getting even with the pharaoh.
Brandishing the bog filler.
Stalking the devil's pantry.
I was betrayed by the bernio bros, the cougars, and this guy from back page I hired to keep me from jumping out a window at the DNC.
TOTAL WRECK - crazy-eyed hound is covered in cobwebs, has a vespiary on back, graffiti on side and savage thirst for boat fuel. Frankly, I'm in over my head. He's in room 115 at Motel 6, yours free. 555-2851
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