"what would you like to see first?" amanda's father asked his budding twelve-year-old upon their arrival to paris. "i'd like to visit the brothels," answered amanda, scarcely looking up from her onion soup. amanda's papa refused to take his pubescent daughter into the parisian fleshpots, but he did point them out to her from the window of a taxi. whereupon the child asked, "father, if you were in a whorehouse and you couldn't finish, would it be permissable to ask for a bowser bag to take the leftovers home?"
i like grammar.
i like numbers.
i hate water chestnuts.
