i took fen to z&h for olives and hummus and he didn't even get a tidbit.

but all the young black girls swooned over him and said he was the cutest and he had a little switch in his walk with his tongue hangin' out and a huge grin.

but this notion, that science can play farmer to the flesh, making there what living soil it pleases...try to rid my mind of it as i may, yet these chemical practitioners seem to me like vain sorcerers, trying to beat down the will of heaven.

i suppose, but do you think i might have some sweet potato duck treats, like now?

can i get it on account of i got no money?