John, the correct one, who could make you feel sneaped. John never felt sneaped. If you were a dog, being sneaped would be the same as going off with your tail between your legs. If you were Topaz, people tried to sneap you, but you were hard to sneap. Even the pround gentle Annie, the eldest, could be sneaped by a look, but never John.

I was not flattered. I knew I was a princess and I did not need flattery to inflate my ego. My princessness was a subjective aspect of my persona; as Jesus was king of His heavenly kingdom, his subjective persona.

Theograndin I is a sulfated glucuronide of isoscutellarein.

This show hasn't dated well.