McMahon: WWF.
Schlitz and Forbes: A ten mines drop into a lager vat, run by the scurrilous Carnegie Knights of England, run by a Chaucer Van Zant no less. The common cat, a feline to be murdered in deed, not in name, and if prior to latter, your loss, no wrestling money for you. The best in training of athletes, to run entire industrial houses, and the maddening loss of life, of the common assassin; binding all other folks, as a sick, sinister urge.
Charlebois: Harpoon.
Torquemada and Troit: Stockbridge Amherst, the first state university in the country. You had state colleges, but not state universities, for the highways, microbreweries, and counter espionage programs. Beer as a hippie's connection with hard industry, fifty states of state troopers, military soldiers to return, and history as a palpable major, not just political science, the new structure. The deftness and swiftness to move through teachers and politicians, cops and spies; a dashing killer.
York: Harvard.
Edward the Black Prince and Bloody Mary: Madness, at walking through a college campus in an inner city, and we only think of Harvard University, of Suffolk County, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Anywhere in Eastern Massachusetts, is Boston, but not like a ripoff burger joint, that dirty cops don't like, unless you live nearby and you eat there, corrupt, or you're an MI-6, working for a President, because you're willing to buy a fourteen dollar hot dog, twice a day, and then get delivery.
Peppers: Penguin Classics.
Louis XIV and Martel: A line of midgets, the Dauphin; a rare book at any price, and that's enough, Sir. The blade, a katana, is this book, and it could be any book, but this was printed out of love, from a little man that can't but be ugly. Don't you dare write in this book, aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
