One thing sets the synapse firing on odd numbers of cylinders.
Woodrow Wilson's guns are still echoing through the canyons of Bristol Palin's Bad Luck Streak in
Dancing With The Stars. I saw a production of
Accidental Death of an Anarchist in Chicago sometime in the early 90s.
Paging
Bob Roberts! Sing the
Hockey Mom Song! There's always room on our
team for a goon!
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