I staggered on hearing Archaic Achilles babbling streamfuls of nonsense About a dainty slave and screeching like rapids and tumbling Over those invectives into his tent,

How was last night? Too much pound town and not enough necking, ya know?

The “Black Shoe” title is a carryover from the days of coal-burning ships […]

[…] Roni clears away the dishes and returns with a plate of jaw-breaking, fillings-yanking, elderly butterscotch chewies.