Philander went into the next room, which was just a lean-to hitched on to the end of the shanty, and came back with a salt mackerel that dripped brine like a rainstorm. Then he put the coffee pot on the stove and rummaged out a loaf of dry bread and some hardtack.

“But my Pookie is so sick, I just couldn't wait any longer. I'm so worried, Doctor,” the woman interrupted.

Terminal velocity for a human body is 120 miles an hour, and to achieve this you used to count ten before pulling the rip-cord and getting a groinful of ...

The steering system has so much backlash that it takes a full rotation of the wheel to exit its deadband and affect the steering.