One saint's day in mid-term a certain newly appointed suffragan-bishop came to the school chapel, and there preached on “The Inner Life.” He at once secured attention by his informal method, and when presently the coughing of Jarvis […] interrupted the sermon, he altogether captivated his audience with a remark about cough lozenges being cheap and easily procurable.

The water was deathly cold.

Holding his stiff prick by the base with pre-cum oozing out of it, I swabbed the drool off the rosy bullet-shaped head, tasting the cock cheese.

Police sealed off the building following an anonymous bomb warning.