Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. -- Aldous Huxley (dead)
FailureMate tubular tubas. Discounted for the holidays.
Fair trade shade butter. Discounted for ever.
Far out into deep space there was an eclipse, if anyone had been there to see. No one was. More space waste.
Farble Nart, my new friend. One of the eastside Narts, known especially for their handy ways with darts.
Faster joy. None too soon.
Father Potato was a dud. You can't make holidays from a spud.
Fear gas. Got any?
Feat belts.
Feed chunks.
Tropical feet wave.
Ferd baked some bacon back by the bunkhouse to plop into his beans. He's like that.
Fernando began dancing gleefully shortly before bursting into flames and roasting himself right there in the ballroom. Good thing we brought ketchup.
Fernando Poo — no longer a hot tourist destination, if it ever was. My hotel room smelled funny too.
Fernando? You mean Fernando Poo? No, he don't do that here no more.
Fight through it on a Wednesday.
Filter festival.
Finally hit bottom. Had to sell my sister to buy cigarettes and pay my health insurance premium. (Rates just went up.)
Finally. This is the day I've been waiting for. Now I only have to remember why.
Fire monkey.
First day of summer, but since I'm south of the equator, I go down the drain backward, and it's winter too. Damn.
First go the eyes, then the ears. Old age slows me and then the hyenas arrive. Death lunch.
First I saw my reflection in the doorway. Then it turned and walked away shaking its head. Then I did too. We shake alike.
First the rain, and then the rain. No sign of a drystorm blowing in. I guess I'll go back to playing with my lizard.
First the universe popped up. Then it inflated, and now I'm grumpy and have gas.
First things first, always. But which one is that, really? And who's actually going to know? Want a kiss? (I always carry a spare.)
First time I ever ate an entire rosebush was the summer of '62. I was out on parole and had to do something, but times are different now.
First time I ever sewed my lips together. Last night. Not quite sure how that happened. Maybe the cat knows. He likes to watch stuff I do.
First time I ever took a bath was when the ship went down. Lost all the towels in the process. Never want to do that again.
First, nibble a few gnats. Crunch some caddis. Munch a millipede madly, or two. Then, to be safe, brush your teeth briskly.
First, you put your left foot in and shake it all about, after which you break for lunch, change your name, and never come back.
First-rack carbon dating app.
First-rate snake plate.
Fish farts quietly, making bubbly sounds.
Fish Lips to blow bubbles in the 4th, coming in third behind Tuna Gas. All told not a great place to be.
Enough! I've had enough! Someone call the nearest flush monkey.
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