Odd doubts persist as to the availability of reasons for this entry. Questions have been avoided and answers have been hidden, while the confusion grows readily and happily in the medium provided, which is three feet deep and two months along in it's trip toward becoming peat...

Anyway, the narrative has been recited and the campfire is muted and mostly smoke. In the glow of the secretary's hair, her lame thong seems strangely elegant.

The small Volkswagen pickup truck was a total loss, but the smell of the burning paint was oddly comforting as Edward Singh paddled his eleven-year-old son's behind for eating chocolate cremes while reading the First Folio, again.

When the plane skimmed the earth with a tree-tumbling maneuver, I felt a need to congradulate the designer of the airframe, who was sitting behind me wearing nothing but a smile and a lobster bib.

It had come to the attention of the General that his daughter was thinking of joining the U.S. Marines. He felt it incumbent upon himself to inform the Commandant of the Marine Corps that his daughter was coming and likely to again and again. She rarely took no for an answer and even looked at yes with a bit of curiosity.