Off at Tangents: Waff at Argents!

Hair-driers are life jackets in hot air balloons

They tell me forces are at play every time I drink water from the truck of an old 87 hatchback.

Partial to too much fluoride.

A river is not a round lake.

When Noah walked down into the valley he was overcome with emotion. He began to weep. No matter what he did, the weeping continued. In fact, it just grew stronger. At first it was a trickle, but by now it was a steady leak. He tried to escape the valley but couldn't move fast enough. The ground drank the moisture like a morning cat scratches at poison ivy. After 5.8 hours it was a raging waterfall of tears. The ground couldn't take it anymore and the basin began to fill with Noah's eye water. At this point, Noah couldn't even see. He tried to struggle towards the sides of the valley, perhaps to climb out of it, but at this point it was impossible. Once the valley was half filled with tears, Noah began to sink. When he got to the bottom a giant fissure opened up in the ground which sucked Noah inside, still balling like a baby. None of the water got through and once Noah was inside the fissure closed. He was now in a much smaller room crying with the force of 10007 suns. He drowned soon after.

I believe it was Winston Churchill who said "I'd like the cheese sauce with that, dear."

And you want to be my live-in provider.

Time smells of rancid thought.

I must admit, I feel better knowing you watch me sleep at night, completely naked.

Cujo?