Danes Who Are Real Men
Shoot, I reckon ‘viking’ were just Danish for rootin-tootin cowboy.
Shoot, I reckon ‘viking’ were just Danish for rootin-tootin cowboy.
This is a smart idea for speeding up train travel.
I kint respect an asteroid that won’t face you down out in the open and visirble, like a man.
Steve Landeene was a ball of fire for Spaceport America and its biggest booster. He’ll be hard to replace.
At last I may ditch my respirator.
What kinder prospector allows to the papers as how he’s discovered a gusher? Shoot. That’s moxie.
Sad experience has taught me that I am one whom things happen to. Even lying on my back in a mild-mannered sort of way, gazing into the empyrean blue–though in that instance the e. wasn’t really s. Rather invigorating, I dare say.
I ain’t gonna get too excited until they kin fit laser fusion, nickel-plated, into mah holster.
Whew, howdy, me and Widowmaker sure coulda used one of them things, mah spurs always melted on reentry.
Experiences hot flashes?