 with a frigid expression spreading across this face that made her think of a calving glacier, though, now that she thought about it, she had no idea what a calf had to do with a glacier. These weird minded scientists who thought this stuff up! Which reminded her of yet another boyfriend. But...never mind that for now.

Elaine had never had a heroin lookout before, in fact had never had any kind of heroin seizure, and was flummoxed by the whole idea. The words that popped out of her mouth were genuine products of flummoxia. Flummox and, by logical extension, flummoxia, being new words she'd just picked up from the New York Times online crossword puzzle.

"Hi," she said. "What's up?" The man in the Olds frowned. Now that she got a good look at him she thought he would be a great choice for a before photo on a Weight Watchers ad. The guy didn't look like he'd missed a meal in a bunch of years. In fact, he looked like he'd had plenty of extra meals in those same years. And, from the looks of him, some good sized meals at that.

"No havlo inglés," he replied in a surly tone. No English. Flummoxed Elaine took a couple more mental flummox steps. This exchange didn't seem to be going anywhere, much as her most recent romance with Cosmo Torta, a man whose idea of a great date was to have sex on the couch during an NFL game on TV and time his orgasm to synchronize with a touchdown pass. Preferably by his favorite team.

Elaine tried to get the attention of Elvis and Pancho, who were standing a dozen feet away on the far side of her car lane. She put her arm above the car hood where Mr. Guinness World Record Calorie Champ inside the Olds couldn't see and waved her arm back and forth. A cherry red VW bug convertible was just pulling up to the next lane and both Elvis and Pancho were zoned in on it. Pancho having had an old VW bug in his college days and Elvis having once been almost run over in the secondary lot by a cherry red VW bug convertible at the Port of Nogales when the driver dropped a lit cigarette into his crotch and managed to slam down the accelerator in his lit cigarette in the
with a frigid expression spreading across this face that make her think of a calving glacier, though, nowadays that she thought about it, she had no idea what a calf have to do with a glacier. These weird apt scientists who thought this stuff up! Which remind her of yet another boyfriend. But... never mind that for immediately. 

 Elaine had never had a heroin lookout before, in fact had never take any kind of heroin seizure, and was flummoxed by the whole idea. The words that popped out of her mouthpiece were genuine products of flummoxia. Flummox and, by logical annex, flummoxia, being new words she'd just picked up from the New York Times online crossword puzzle. 

 " Hi, " she state. " What's up? " The man in the Olds frowned. Now that she got a good expression at him she thought he would be a great choice for a before photo on a Weight Watchers ad. The guy didn't look like he'd missed a meal in a bunch of years. In fact, he looked like he'd had plenty of extra meals in those same years. And, from the looks of him, some good sized meal at that. 

 " No havlo inglés, " he replied in a surly tone. No English. Flummoxed Elaine take a couple more genial flummox footfall. This exchange didn't seem to be run anywhere, much as her most recent romance with Cosmo Torta, a valet whose idea of a great date was to have sex on the couch during an NFL game on television receiver and time his orgasm to synchronize with a touchdown pass. Preferably by his favorite team. 

 Elaine tried to catch the attention of Elvis and Pancho, who were stand a twelve feet away on the far side of her car lane. She put her arm above the car hood where Mr. Guinness World Record Calorie Champ inside the Olds couldn't see and roll her arm back and forth. A cherry red VW microbe convertible was just pull up to the next lane and both Elvis and Pancho were zone in on it. Pancho having had an erstwhile VW bug in his college day and Elvis having once been almost ply over in the secondary lot by a cerise red VW bug convertible at the Port of Nogales when the driver dropped a lit cigarette into his crotch and managed to slam down the accelerator in his lit cigarette in the
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with a frigid expression spreading across this made think of calving glacier, though, it, had no idea a calf had do with a glacier. These weird scientists who thought this stuff up! Which reminded her of yet another boyfriend. mind that for now. Elaine had never had a heroin lookout before, in had had kind heroin seizure, and was flummoxed by the whole idea. The words that popped out of her were genuine products of flummoxia. Flummox and, by extension, flummoxia, being new she'd just picked up from New Times online puzzle. she "What's up?" The in the Olds frowned. Now that she got a good look at him she thought he would a great a before on Weight ad. The guy like he'd missed a meal in years. In fact, he looked like he'd had of extra in those same years. And, from looks of him, some good sized meals at "No havlo inglés," he replied in a surly tone. No English. Flummoxed Elaine took a mental flummox steps. This didn't seem to going much her recent romance Cosmo Torta, a man whose idea of a great date was have sex on the couch during an NFL game on time orgasm to synchronize a touchdown pass. Preferably his team. Elaine tried to attention Elvis were a feet away on the side of her car lane. put her arm above Guinness World Record Calorie Champ inside the Olds see and waved her arm back and A cherry red VW bug convertible was just pulling up to the lane and and Pancho were zoned in on it. Pancho had an old VW in his college days and Elvis having once been run in the lot by a red VW bug at the Port when the dropped lit crotch and managed to slam down accelerator his lit cigarette in the
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ElAine had neVeR Had a heROin lookOUT bEforE, in fact had never haD AnY Kind of heroin seIzure, aNd WAs FLUmmOxeD by the wholE iDea. ThE Words thAT pOPPEd oUT of her mouth weRe genuine prODucTs of flUmMoxIA. FlummOx and, By LOgiCal extensioN, fluMmoxia, beiNg new wORds she'd JUst pickEd up frOm tHe NEw YoRK TImEs oNlINe cROsSwoRD puZzle.

"Hi," shE sAiD. "What'S up?" THE MAN in tHe OLds fRowneD. Now that she goT a gOod lOOk aT him sHe thoUght He Would Be a greAt choIcE for a before photO on a weight WatCheRs Ad. THe Guy diDN't look LikE he'D missed A meal in A BunCh OF YEaRs. In fact, he looked liKe HE'D hAd plenty Of extrA MeAlS In those sAmE yeArs. AND, From tHe loOKs Of him, somE good sIZeD mEals at tHaT.

"No havLo IngLés," He repLIed iN a surlY tone. No ENglisH. flummoxed ElainE Took a couple moRE mENTaL FlumMox Steps. This exChanGE didN't seEM tO be GOing aNywheRe, MUcH As her most recent romaNcE with COsmo TOrta, a man whose Idea of a greAT DAte was to Have SEx ON the couch durinG an NFl game on TV aND time his OrgasM to synchRonize witH A TouchdowN paSs. PRefEraBLY bY his favorite tEAM.

ElaInE tried tO geT the attEntIon Of ELviS aNd Pancho, wHo were stAnDiNg A dOzeN feet AWay on the FaR siDe Of hEr car LAne. She Put heR arm AbOvE The Car hood WHeRE mr. GuInNeSs WoRld reCord CAlorIE ChAmp insiDe the Olds CouLDn't sEe AnD waved hEr arm back and fOrTh. A cherry rEd vW bUg convERTible was Just pulling up to the next lANe and boTh ELvis aNd PaNcho were zOneD in on iT. PaNCho havIng had An old vW Bug IN His coLLEgE daYs And Elvis haVINg oNce beEn AlmoSt run ovEr in the secondary loT By a Cherry red VW buG coNverTIBlE at THe pOrt Of nOgaLES when the driver dRopped a lit CiGArEtte into hiS CroTcH and manAged to sLam doWN the accElerator iN his lit ciGaRettE IN thE
 with a frigid expressionspreadingacros s t his  f acethat  made her thin k  ofa calving glacier, tho ugh,no w  tha t  s he th ought a b ou t it,  s he  ha dn oideawha t a cal f had to d o w it h a glacier. Th ese weirdmin ded scientis tswho th ou ght thisstu ff up ! Whic h  remin ded her o fy et ano t her boy f r ie nd.But...never mindt ha t  for now.

Ela ine ha dn ev e r  ha d a  heroin lo ok out b e fore, i n  f a c t  ha d  never had an y kind of h e roi n seiz ur e,a nd was  flum mo x edby the whol e id ea. The w ords t h at popp e d out o f hermou thwere ge nu ine  p r odu c ts  of flu mmoxia.Fl um mox a nd,b y l ogic alexte nsion , flummoxia,bei ng n e w w ordsshe'd  jus tpicke d up f rom t he  New York Times  onl ine cross wor dpuz zl e.

" H i," sh e s aid . "What 's up?" The  m a n in  the Olds frowned.  N o w  t hat shegot ag oo dl ook at h im  sh e th o u ght h e wo u ld  be a gr eat ch o ic efor a b ef ore ph ot o o n a  Weig h t Wa tchers  ad. The  guyd idn't look lik e  he'd misseda  m e a li n abun ch of years . In fact , he lo oke d  like  he'd  h a dp lenty of extra meal sin tho se sa me years. And , from the l o oks of h im,s om e  good sized me als a t that.

" N o havloinglé s," he r eplied in a  surly t one . N o E ngl i s h.  Flummoxed El a i ne t oo k a cou ple  more m ent alflu mmo xsteps. Th is excha ng edi dn 'tseemt o be goi ng  an yw her e, mu c h as h er mo st r ec en t  ro mance w i th C osmo  T or ta,a m an  whos e id e a o f a gre at date w ast o ha ve  s ex on t he couch duri ng  an NFL ga me  on  TV an d time his  orgasm to synchronizew ith a t ouc hdown  pas s. Prefer abl y by h isf avorit e team .

El ai net r ied t o ge t t he  attention o f E lvisan d Pa ncho, w ho were standing a doz en feet awayonthef a rsid e  o f  he rc arl a ne. She put her  arm above  t h ecar hood w h ere  M r. Guin ness Wo rld R e cord Ca lorie Cha mp inside  t he O l d s c ouldn't se e and wa ved her a r m bac k  a nd fo rth . A ch er ryred V W bugc onv ertib le was  j ust pu lling  u p to the  next lane and both Elv is and  Panc howere zone d i n  on  it. Panc ho h aving hadanold  VW b ugi n his  col l eg e d a ys an d El v is having on ceb e en  almost run o v erin th e s e condar y lo t by a cherry red VW bug convert ible a t t heP ortof  Nogales whenthe  d r i ver drop pe d a lit cig arette i nt o  hiscrotch  and m anagedt o  s l am dow n th e a ccelerato r i nh is litci ga r ette i n th e
 with_a frigid_expression spreading across this_face that_made_her think_of_a calving glacier,_though, now that_she thought about it,_she had no_idea_what a calf had to do with a glacier. These weird minded scientists who_thought_this stuff_up!_Which_reminded her of yet another_boyfriend. But...never mind that for_now.

Elaine had_never had a heroin lookout before, in fact_had_never had any_kind of heroin seizure, and was flummoxed by the_whole idea. The words that popped_out of her_mouth_were_genuine products of flummoxia._Flummox and, by logical extension, flummoxia,_being new words she'd just picked_up from the New York Times online_crossword puzzle.

"Hi," she said. "What's up?"_The man in the Olds_frowned. Now_that she got a good_look at him_she thought_he would be_a great choice for a before_photo on a_Weight Watchers ad. The guy didn't_look_like he'd missed_a_meal_in a_bunch of years._In_fact, he_looked_like he'd had plenty of extra_meals_in those same years. And, from the_looks of him, some_good_sized meals at that.

"No_havlo inglés," he replied in_a surly tone. No English. Flummoxed_Elaine took_a couple_more mental flummox steps. This exchange didn't seem to be going_anywhere, much as her most recent_romance with Cosmo Torta,_a man_whose_idea of a_great_date was_to have sex on the couch during_an NFL_game on TV and time his_orgasm to synchronize with_a_touchdown pass. Preferably by his favorite_team.

Elaine tried to get the attention_of Elvis and Pancho, who_were_standing_a dozen feet away on_the far side of her car_lane. She put_her arm above the car hood where_Mr._Guinness World Record Calorie Champ inside_the_Olds couldn't see and waved her_arm_back_and forth. A cherry red_VW bug convertible was just pulling_up to the next lane and both Elvis and_Pancho were zoned_in on it. Pancho having_had_an_old VW bug in his college days and Elvis having_once been_almost run over_in the secondary lot by a cherry red VW bug_convertible at the Port of Nogales when_the driver dropped a lit cigarette into his crotch and managed_to slam down the accelerator in his lit_cigarette in the