Our correspondent seems to hope that the unclean, playing Ping-Pong with the clean, will become unpleasantly conscious of his uncleanness and reform.

They must have been dying like flies here.

She didn't want to lose their childish battle of wills, but neither did she want some parasite swimming up her hoo-ha.

If i was the hulk i would smash you bite you like a cashew, then i smoke a bogie if i have to