Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.

The Truth Will Always Have A Market.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

The Bumpuses Were So Low Down On The Evolutionary Totem Pole That They Weren't Even Included In Darwin's Famous Family Tree. They Had Inbred And Ingrown And Finally Emerged From The Kentucky Hills Like Some Remnant Of Attila The Hung's Barbarian Horde. Flick Said That They Had Webbed Feet And Only Three Toes. It Might Have Been True.