blew out my flip-flop,
stepped on a pop-top
see also: Graham Greene's novel The Destructors.
jesus footwear. the rest is all Tom Arnold, right up to the 12 dollar Panama hat.
if I could touch but a hem of his garment. hepatitis.
these days good keyfabe don't pass for no spaghetti in a can.
we walked across the beach, there was only one set of footprints,
because I had my spurs way up in your kidneys. But hey, you knew I was
there, and that was what counted.