Word: heh
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Stories, William Faulkner. Just what is the secret of Miss Emily's past? And what exactly has become of her mysterious lover? And what, may we ask, is that awful smell coming form the attic of Miss Emily's...Wait a minute! Don't wanna give it all away, heh heh. But this is a story to put chest on your hairs, and it beats plowing through Absalom, Absalom!, another potentially potent 'Ween read...
Biden's intimates can see trouble coming, as they did earlier this month. A reporter mildly challenged him about earlier speeches in Iowa. Biden responded with his devilish Jack Nicholson grin, a sign that a wisecrack is winning the struggle to get out. Then came his staccato chuckle -- heh-heh-heh -- and the zinger, a complaint that the newspaper had been too cheap to send the reporter to Iowa. As he often does, Biden later apologized...
...like reality, man, I'm taking a totally intense understanding. Dude, we are members of a closely related, if not common, species. We can't deny it, dude, it's all so large, you know. Larger than us all, even larger than that big splotch on your head. Heh heh. A little joke there, dude. But seriously, why bother with the whole artificial death scene, man, I mean in the end it's all the same, right? I'm for just hanging loose, dude, like playing it fully casual--I say let's place a moratorium on doomsday machines...
Massage? Isn't that just a high-priced kneading for doughy dowagers or, heh, heh, something offered to men by scantily clad masseuses as a prelude to sex? Not anymore. In the past few years, massage has been moving out of both kinds of parlors and into the mainstream. No longer an embarrassing reminder of those touchy-feely human potential movements of the '70s, massage is fast emerging as Americans' favorite antidote to that current cultural Grinch: stress. Nothing kinky, just a way to get out the kinks. "It's the ideal therapy for the '80s," declares Robert King, president...
...Stories, William Faulkner. Just what is the secret of Miss Emily's past? And what exactly has become of her mysterious lover? And what, may we ask, is that orful smell coming from the attic of Miss Emily's... Wait a minute! Don't wanna give it all away, heh, heh. But this is a story to put chest on your hairs, and it beats plowing through Absalom, Absalom...