April 13 FBI to aid New York bodies hunt
His mind sounds like pork chops roasting, hear him coming and scuttle away. This is how we feel now, this is uncertainty, this is slabs of tissue tied to a washing line, this is someone who smells of old stew and breath mints. Here he come now, all venom and vinegar, wind your neck in, don't get into the car. Hurry home and buy a dog.