Nothing got done in Andersonville for a week after the mislabeled box of marihuana brownies was sent to the A&P
The strange, discordant melody summoned an ancient god whose visage made their eyes bleed uncontrollably! Also, he really worked that left-hand bass-line nicely.
Which is why they had to take out an ad to tell us to buy butter. By George, they’re right. I do like my bread buttered. I think I will go in the kitchen and butter some bread. Maybe I’ll even eat it.