Showing posts from August, 2018

Set 4L.

Can you cover me?

Sugar high.

Duct tales.


NSAID, she said.

Family trees are swaying.

You are what you eat.

The times they are a changin’.

The tip of the spear.

Unintended consequences.

Fallen hero.

Never give up.


Hook and lateral.

Sittin’ on the dock of the bay.

Roid rage.

So meta.

Born with it.


Get up to date on vaccines.

Dancing with Moxe.

Free mail-order toilet accessory.

From the heart.

All looks grey to me.


Sensitivity training.

Glass ceiling.

Matters PERTAINing to triple positivity.



The cracks.

The golden egg.

PARPing back.

Good enough

MD on me.

Go platinum.

VAC lock.

Still in the woods.

One door closes.

Crop dusting.

Peer pressure.

Vivo in vitro.


Not that kind of neo.

Left at the ALTAR.

Nothing is certain but death and taxanes.

Livin’ on a prayer.

Radical retropubic robots.

Sorting out the rif-(b)raf.

Y not read up on breast cancer?

Stick it to the man.

All in your head.

High five.

The grass is greener.

Broad-spectrum coverage.

If the glove doesn’t fit, you must acquit

Good cholesterol.

How low can you go?

Look into your crystal ball.

Poor circulation.

A picture speaks a thousand words.

The resistance is growing.

Take a load off.

Robot takeover.

Shot at the dark.

The future is fertile.

Silver bullet.

Kick in the pants.

She got cerved.


Close call.