Word: wildes
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...also can help save the seas--through the fish they buy. To that end, California's Monterey Bay Aquarium, along with the Blue Ocean Institute and the Environmental Defense Fund, is coming out with pocket guides to sustainable sushi. The groups base their ratings on the health of a wild fish's population (the popular bluefin tuna is restricted), along with the impacts of fish-farming operations. (Fast-growing oysters can be farmed sustainably, but salmon can't.) They also take into account fishing practices: catching bigeye tuna with thousand-hooked longlines can result in the unintended death of nearby...
Just don't be surprised if it doesn't last. Trying to predict whether the stock market will go up or down on any given day is a fool's game, but one thing is for sure: we live in highly volatile times. Wild swings to the upside may feel great, but they're still wild swings. That sort of dramatic movement can go both up and down, as we have witnessed...
...What instrument do you play? Well, I don't play an instrument. I'm the least musical member of a highly unmusical band. I do some eccentric dancing. I sing on Wild Thing. I come in with "you moooove...
...which lies a song exclusively concerned with listing the people Megapuss would like to see sodomized. At the same time, the format of the song is inextricable from the canon of rock and roll music (early touchstones like “Louie, Louie” or “Wild Thing”) and wrought in the image of Bo Diddley (the title comes from the Diddley song “Bo’s a Gunslinger”). It’s a marriage of the strange and the familiar, of structure and the willfully absurd, much akin...
...come. Yes. He had conquered. A wave of liquid fire consumed her body: the first. Again, a wave. It was an ocean that begged to be released. Her bosom, her legs, her whole being was aglow. Another. Another. Yes. Yes. The waves burst forth from her breast, shrieking like wild horses or a chorus of whores:—Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes.They whispered in, hissed in, licked the whorl of her ear.—Oh, yes.—He is here. He has come for his mountain flower!She must touch him. She extended a trembling...