(A miniature one.)
Big ol' sausage sacks. Hello, mister sausage sacks. Let's wrap your head in gunpowder and chew it up till it's good 'n' ripe. Yeeeeeeeah, let's see that fat slab o' cow carcass. Flop it about, concerned only with how it turns out, but ripening it by the second. Slap it till it ripens. That's my rule of thumb.
Hey, sopping wet ferret, let's a play a game of dice, shall we? I wager you could probably build a larger and more sturdy basketball hoop than this one.
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