There is a squat and fuss-free simplicity about its profile, which belies the amount of 'whoop-ass' that can be delivered with a prod of the accelerator pedal.

The concert was stink. / That was a stink concert.

With that he took me by my shoulders and forsed me down to my knees pushing my face into his crotch, my face into his big hard nigger dick. I could smell his musty niggerdick sweaty ball smell. Whores perfume.

Lawk, what sinifies what the play was, said Miss Grimshaw, 'tweren't that; I was going to mention summut by way of proof poz; and there — [some narrative omitted]