His laughter was infectious. Also, his virus.
Jeff lay there unmoving, awestruck by the majesty of his spinal paralysis.
Maniac Magee sure was a hoot to hang around with. Then the stabbings started.
Jeff drank to forget the pain, which he remembered by eating. Turns out, Jeff has Crohn’s.
“Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes!” the general shouted, guaranteeing his resounding loss against the notorious 54th Blind Orphan Regiment.
At first the inner voices disturbed Jeff, but they, being professionals, soon learned to harmonize on the same key.
We threw caution to the wind and also Jeff’s diabetes medication.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, until it metastasizes to the lungs, liver, and kidney.
