No I will not make out with you. Did ya hear that? this girl wants to make out with me in the middle of class. You got Chlorophyll Man up there talking about God knows what and all she can talk about is making out with me. I'm here to learn, everybody, not to make out with you. Go on with the chlorophyll.
many places where, during the night, that thing slouching, inevitably, towards Bethlehem, rested en route, leaned on mesh that at a squint has something of the hammock or trampoline about it, leaving what-rough-beast impressions as if invisible trees have fallen
I’ve often wondered how much damage a chain link fence has to have suffered before anyone bothers to replace it. I have a theory that you could break in to the navy base down the road by bending the fence a centimetre a day over a year until it was laid flat.
Then again, the only thing you’d get from that activity would be access to a couple of old Zodiacs and an infinite supply of lifejackets, so perhaps the effort involved versus simply finding a stepladder would be a little over the top, all things considered.