What The Hell Is Instant? Nothing Is

The Colonel Led All The Cheers. Cornbread!" He Screamed. Chicken!" The Crowd Responded. Rice!" Peas!" And Then, All Together: "we Got Higher Sats." Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" The Colonel Cried. You'll Be Workin' For Us Someday!

Walt Whitman Is Hot! I Mean, That Guy Could Sound His Barbaric Yawps Over The Roofs Of My World Any Time.

Not To Ask The Obvious Question, But Why Alaska?

It's Nice To Have People Who Will Feel Guilty For You.

But Before We Can Radically Reshape The World, We Need To Shop.