Ask anyone about the sexiest advertisement of all time. They might tell you it's Kate Upton for Carl's Jr. Or perhaps anything from Axe's mid-pubescent canon.

One morning I had been driven to the precarious refuge afforded by the steps of the inn, after rejecting offers from the Celebrity to join him in a variety of amusements. But even here I was not free from interruption, for he was seated on a horse-block below me, playing with a fox terrier.

Even if Southern Bell did owe its customers a duty of some type to furnish a reasonably safe place to use the telephone, it is clear that such a duty does not extend to the repair of a defective post located five feet from the boothette.

Nasalization feeds raising.