Gavin should go to the corner, eat shit, bark at the moon, and reflect on his privilege for several decades.

Every single baby, mother, father, and neighbor.

He would have to report such thoughts to his son, who monitors Johnson's salacious delights.

Give that good girl a prongler!

I love that film.

I would have had to pee several times, leeches or no leeches.

I doubt Tesla makes the abs valve-body themselves. They're usually made by a third party.

I forgot. I am sorry. The undescribed, in this case, is bright green, multilobate leaves of (probably) over-optimistic ranunculaceae. A very warm, very short, winter day.