It suddenly occurred to Donald and Patrick that they were screwed. You can't, after all, defeat a fast motorcycle with a mere barroom dart.
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- On a Long, Long, Long, Long Marriage
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- Hilton Hightower
- Hilton Hightower is half-man, half-robot, half-carnivorous ninja pirate, but all poet. With over 30,000 poems written in his lifetime covering topics ranging from circus food to the labor divisions of modern America, Hilton manages to capture the anger of a man torn between his love of laughing gas and his hatred of hot dogs. This page features exclusive poetry written by the man Poem Critic magazine once called "Ginsberg dug up and reanimated with juices from the Devil's refrigerator."
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