There’s Bitcoin in Them Thar Blockchain!
These here are magic coins that live inside yer lightning box, protected by some new-fangled doohickey called a “blockchain.”
These here are magic coins that live inside yer lightning box, protected by some new-fangled doohickey called a “blockchain.”
Your Majesty, what I’m saying is that I am a worrier---all I do all day long is worry about every little thing that could possibly go wrong.
As we prepare to celebrate our great nation’s Sestercentennial, it behooves me to make it known that I am not merely a Raymour or Flanigan.
Even that pathetic loser Bernard received a letter from his gal.
I understand your concern about a Victorian doll covered in real ashes from a 200-year-old fireplace watching you as you sleep.
I no longer wish to ride an aging plow horse. And yet, when I ride to the horse dealer and request a sleek, red mustang, I am met with ridicule.
Good news—lantern stuff is done. Borrowed John’s (as in Larkin's) geriatric horse and am headed to Concord now.
Mother say I need to stop moping around cave and get outside. So come up with a plan.
Belphegor's prime if you feel the nation’s morals are lacking and perhaps we do need the firm hand of a monarch.
Soon, I’ll have to decide which to marry. For now, we do a lot of courtship. One of them might stare at me, and I stare back.
Please refrain from kicking the waxwork likeness of Canada’s first Prime Minister, Sir John A. Macdonald, between his legs.
Take better care of skin. Already looking like middle-aged 17-year-old