I spent the remainder of the day at rest, as befits the Sabbath. I found a broken run of the Journal of Agriculture in the library, and flitted from a...rticle to article. I was totally enthralled by a weather diary that gave such remarkable details as the time of the dawn chorus on each day of the year (1797 I seem to recall), including which species of bird was the first to sing. What a wonderful piece of unpretentious but devoted scholarship – and the article was not even signed! I love. " It sure is. Why don't you head upstairs to your room and get to know ita little?" Tiffany said with a devilish grin. "Your name's on the door,and there's a bottle of lube in the nightstand. Go wild."Marcus gave her a quizzical look, then looked back at her enormous cockand went inside, the appendage bobbing wildly with each step she took."That's evil," Wanda said."No, it'd be evil if I were going to wait six months before I went upthere and told her she could come again. This is just a little. They sit. They converse. They depart.A synonym strolls into a tavern.At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its. " Yes, My Queen."Laura and Diana took the fruit and serving bowls back to the classroom. Selina, her mind hyperactive, walked beside them as she thought furiously.Diana and Jeff sat in the living room. Although the room was set up for the night's wedding, Jeff had cleared a space a few feet in front of the window so they could look out at the view as they talked. Besides, he wanted as many distractions as he could manage for the moment."I do not like this, Jeff. She's sixteen, for goodness.