THK:  “My God—it’s like chocolate!  In a little bottle!  How thoroughly decadent! “Bring me several more.  And a mink bib.”

…Speaking of which, if Amber Frey were a bed of long-grain wild rice, do you suppose Scott Peterson would’ve slept with her that first night—or would he simply have gobbled her down with a piece of grilled rockfish and a small arugula salad, then gone home to Laci and offered her a footrub? Sturgeon. 

…Speaking of which, if Amber Frey were a bed of long-grain wild rice, do you suppose Scott Peterson would’ve slept with her that first night—or would he simply have gobbled her down with a piece of grilled rockfish and a small arugula salad, then gone home to Laci and offered her a footrub? Sturgeon. 

…y’know—just in case Allah did mean “raisins.” Because raisins—while certainly quite delicious—are decidedly not worth a scalpful of 7.62 mm minigun holes.* update:  Unless the 7.62 minigun holes like to do the freaky, that is.

nervous militant:  “It is easy, Halil.  Simply force the mini-Satan Iverson to take 10-15 shots from beyond the 3-point arc by collapsing your perimeter defense and doubling up on the big-Satan, Duncan, inside.  Then box out carefully.  “The American hegemons will surely crumble under the weight of their own selfish materialist decadence—and we would save ourselves the trouble of having to festoon a customized explosive device inside one of Carmelo

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