My stomach, turning like the lazy susan on granny's table, needed some sort of demulcent, so I picked up the quoin and tossed it into the pond and immediately I was overawed by the tranquil feeling that simple toss produced.
Listen, you surd, nosy Parker, get the hell off your bandbox podium and eat the darn kasha, I promise you wont miss anything if you leave the window for two seconds!
"Oh Marybeth, you're such a plethoric ass," I said as she and I crossed swords again over her assumption of lex loci in our tort action with the convalescence hospital.
Our gaumless captor tried to obviate our escape, but was forced to eat crow when Mary, our deus ex machina, broke the flimsy handcuffs.
As the ship tacked leeward I lay in bed with the Fons honorum of the last island we visited, studying his hands like a mad dactylographer for clues to his life, as the clepsydra dripped on and on.
The artisanal cheese had a cheesy spoonerism for a name which caused me to recant my affinity for the dairy and portended future distaste.
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