• Bowling Ball Head
• Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
• Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
• The Fisherman and His Wife
• his ability to be stubborn beyond comprehension
• His Fraudulency
• Lord Snooty and His Pals
• Jas. Mathus and his Knock-Down Society Play Songs for Rosetta
• Intrepid Traveller and His Band of Merry Pranksters Look for A Cool Place: episode 2
• Shaggy Seeks his Stray Brother
• Thoughts for Oliver on His Death
• Alfred Hitchcock's acceptance speech for his 1967 Irving G. Thalberg award
• Maddux loses his bell for heavy grief
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• My man was shot for his sheep coat
• His (user)
• Laocoön and His Sons
• Thy Rebuke Hath Broken His Heart
• An overabundance of plastic dinosaurs on his shelves
• Vezina Trophy
• Josiah Willard Gibbs
• Bowling for Columbine
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
• Yes, I put Nair in his shampoo
• The Old Man and His Big Toe
• EDB reads his Message Inbox
• an Aztec father advises his son
• How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
• Cosimo Cavallaro and his curd appeal
• Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe
• His magnolia walls
• The fire of God in his eyes
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
• Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
• A father's thoughts for his daughter
• Out of his fucking mind
• My new partner has his first tantrum
• Then, with near perfect timing, the hellhound widdled on his foot
• Collier trophy
• Take the Skinheads Bowling
• his
• How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
• If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
• Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
• How Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends wrecked my love life
• We decorated his van with crayons and fluorescent paints
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• To Music, to becalm his Fever
• God comments his code, you should too
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
• How Eulenspiegel placed himself inside his horse
• She walked by his desk and left a nickel
• He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
• His name came up like a match on wooden me
• He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
• How this broke ass college student manages his finances online
• A mace to the face keeps every man in his place
• Heisman Trophy
• Nancy Willard
• duckpin bowling
• His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
• Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
• how Wiener found his way home
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
• A Boy and His Blob
• Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates
• Our Exagmination Round His Factification for Incamination of Work in Progress
• How Eulenspiegel had his horse shod with silver and gold
• The Thief and his Master
• How Helgi, the son of Sigmund, won King Hodbrod and his Realm, and wedded Sigurn
• A Frolic of his Own
• The boy in the fabulous pants boldly presents his card: "Dr. Famous Teenager, Esq."
• A man and his own face
• Your words like warm water, his words like salt
• Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
• His melancholy smile (user)
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• The Nickel Trophy
• Frances Willard
• Bowling pin
• The Fisherman and His Nets
• The Ass and His Purchaser
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
• In His Own Image
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
• The monk and his cat
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• Robert E. Lee and his lieutenants
• His Divine Shadow
• I like to imagine that Bond's firing the tank shells out of his mouth
• Did you touch any of his blood?
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIV
• Deadman begins his journey, through a kitchen floor one Saturday night
• A teenage son to his father
• the poet and his beloved
• The Huntsman's Letter To His Wife
• his mismatched flannel pajamas and brown eyes
• trophy of war
• Bowling Green State University
• The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
• To His Mistress Going to Bed
• Phosphor reading by His own Light
• Valediction to His Book
• lawnjart spills his guts to the press
• G-8 and his Battle Aces
• Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
• restarting a player after his character dies
• Everywhere and His Nasty Parlour Tricks
• How King Siggeir wedded Signy, and bade King Volsung and his son to Gothland
• Meekness of Mr Pecksniff, and his charming daughters
• that wounded rider knows the intimacies of the river. its earliest mud is still under his fingernails.
• Charles II, his mistresses and his children
• The pool balls broke and cracked the middle of his sentences
• The walls of his apartment
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
• trophy
• Willard Grant Conspiracy
• ice bowling
• The General in his Labyrinth
• The Ass and His Driver
• If a geek.boy wrote poetry to his geek.girl
• The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
• The Gift, the Giver, the Rebel, the Thief, and the Stranger and his Glue
• The shit that gets carried out in His name
• Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates II
• A Portrait of the Artist and His Lover
• He weaves his words
• The Old Man and his Grandson
• his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him
• Stuart Saves His Family
• The mad Count Van Snickleheisen and his mysterious ticker
• His Last Line
• Günter Grass peeling his onion
• the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• His mother is slowly killing him.
• So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
• Rally Trophy
• Ammi Willard Wright
• bowling alley
• Bowling Green
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
• "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
• his throbbing manhood
• It Was a Lover and His Lass
• I Saw Gener Cryin' In His Sleep
• She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
• His Majesty The King's Guard
• Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
• Of Sigurd's avenging of Sigmund his father
• I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XII
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
• she is his sounding board
• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• God ignores His oldest children and forgets the quietest
• William Webb Ellis
• Picked his bones in whispers
• Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado--What They Saw There
• Pascal on his deathbed
• Kissing a man all over his face
• trumpet of his rump
• His Toniness
• I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
• His Winding-Sheet
• Barry Jive and his Uptown Five
• God does all things to magnify His glory
• Johnny Cash with His Hot and Blue Guitar
• The Pig and His Way of Life
• Jesse, at the helm of his own fears
• It's in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming
• For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
• Satan and His Unholy Accountants
• Trophied
• Willard Libby
• driveway bowling
• Spinning in his grave

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