There it was. What more did I need to believe those unrelated things were meant to lead me to an understanding of my friend Jeannie?

Peter thought what he did was funny. Ha-ha!

I want to say that real rats run throughout the world but that’s not quite right. There are three ‘rat-free’ places. Do you know where they are?

“It was some butt-call,” said he.

In the late 17th c., the English borrowed ménagerie, dropped the accent sign—of course they did, what with the French/English competition for the world wealth and dominance—but that’s a different story.

What sort of love is a decision rather than a fuzzy feeling?

None of us is likely to be killed for mispronouncing Shibboleth, but once in the plentiful history of humans harassing one another . . . WELL . . .

It’s a chase I’m going to cut to here in this look at the F-word, even though I find a peek at the history of profanity resembles the first sip of a Moscow Mule – there’s more there, and there’s no reason not to reach the bottom – and let me tell you . . .

Scooter Sublime says, “You talking about me again?”

“Not you, silly dog.”

“Really? Sound like me.”

Hurt reigned. Hurt radiated. It pummeled Doug’s heart. It hurt like hell. It hurt like waterboarding hurts. It won’t let you die; it only makes you fear that you will;

You know, Words; those specific sounds we humans make using morphemes that magically move meaning mustered up somewhere in our brains into the world through a variety of factors but mostly through our mouths.