‘Say, does that sock in the jaw hurt any more? It was a dinger.’

When your lips are all smeary—like tallow, And your tongue is decidedly yallow, With a pint of warm oil in your swallow, And a pound of tin-tacks in your chest

So a conservaturd who claims to be a patriot willingly defects to a communist country. I remember when comunism was considered enemy.

He laughed all the way to the bus (with nonlaughing breaks to catch his breath). He waved and shouted. He made it easily.