I love mustard.I had no napkin.I licked it off.It was not mustard.No man ever put a baby down faster.It was the first and only time I have sprinted wi...h my tongue protruding out.With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, “Now you know why they call that fancy mustard Poupon”.When you stop laughing, pass it on.This one is from John A.No one believes seniors .... They would have gotten any useful information from him, so no need to keep him alive. Alex was quite definitely king of all around him, and ruled his throne with an iron fist despite his gentle face and innocent demeanor. He was a sweet person to anyone who knew him, but his candy-filled center was protected by the coldest iron known to man. As the general’s head exploded, a shriek escaped from chest as his heart exploded. ‘Tagged,’ said one of the guardsmen. ‘They know where we are.’ A radio. The observing crowd of women could sense the acute air of victory expressed by the three, who were anonymous to any of those present who’d had business dealings with Faulkner, the ripeness of their pleasure in seeing him bound in humiliation, obviously something very special indeed. The curvaceous woman sneered down as he cowered on the leash, his sense of defeat now amplified beyond anything he’d yet felt ... his anus tingling at being caught out for something he’d hoped to hide, but his. As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees that are therein. For they that led us away captive required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness: Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy’.”When it was time for Hans to leave the farm house he told.