Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
...and dismembers you in the back woods.
Well, don't stay at creepy motels, Janet.
Love then stuffs you and keeps you forever and ever and ever... yes mother.
Apparently they don't have dogs or alarm systems in the islands.
Oh they sure have dogs and stuff, it's the ciguatera that get's you..."We buried most of them up behind that hill."
It's what love stabs you WITH in the shower that makes all the difference in the end.
The soap shelf/handle thingy is too small for the Glock, dang it!
My favorite song in the shower? Well, it's accompanied by violins going: "Reep! Reep! Reep! Reeep!....";)
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