It is suicide to be abroad. But what is it to be at home, Mr. Tyler, what is it to be at home? A lingering dissolution. Now we are white with dust from head to foot. --Beckett A strange dandruff. The Ice Age swept up the street like a bulldozer; hordes of penguins toppled ashore on Guernsey, the Isle of Man, Corfu, chequering the beaches and obstructing skiing. Tanks and jeeps froze together like stiff turds. Udders sagged with ice cream. TV trays, the seats of folding chairs, wash tubs, and small windows all made excellent sleds. Record amounts of hot chocolate mix were sold.
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