He brandished a weapon. I have no qualms about that. If you combine brandish and qualms you get a muscle rub that's more concerned about the name than if it works or not. Neville Brand was Capone. Qualcomm bought the naming rights for the stadium. Catch the connection? The recurring dream is having an irridescent johnson. I look under the covers and it's glowing like a Mrs. Schlorer's jar filled with lightning bugs. Maybe it's the step nine thing wanting to repent from too much onanism in the former life. Greg Louganis had so much guts coming out and for me to state here that I should have been dubbed The Eraser for all the rub outs I performed. Now there's another rainbow - it's called Candy Man. Grief counseling has the word selling in it (or seling). What's that tell you? Inkjet printers are mostly shit, except when they work. Another procurement decision. What makes a theater an amphitheater? Round or oval? Then my irridescent johnson is an amphipenis. That's a harsh realization for the post-naughties. Like Brutus said: There is a tide in the affairs of men. Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
It doesn't matter.