Rickshaw
drivers in Bangladesh were puking (Ajit,
what is that awful stink?)
so redolent and universally mephitic were our malodorous
mongoloids.
Amateur
Brain Surgeon is trying to figure out how the team will match last
year's grand total of three wins.
Only
Tampa Bay is within a galactic distance of our dreadfulness.
Poor
Granddaughter, Maddison, born into a family of Raider Rooters.
