A woman is like a cat. She fawns on everyone who's kind to her.

So I should just sit here while you come on to my husband right in front of me?

It's just a scratch.

He clipped us!

Friction

Friction

His shoes are wearing thin.

The shoes are worn out.

I don't know.

Some dream, judging from that.

It's the one thing that held me and Pearl together

His overcoat is worn out.

Don't scratch it.

So be careful of him, please.

The knee wound is now festering.

This could take a while to bypass.

And deaf?

Pit stop?

I struck a match in the darkness.

What Kasparov calls process is a byproduct of friction.

I do what you say, don't stop... don't stop for nothing, not even for piss.

Old people.

A lot of stocks that go into the penny stocks.

Tom lit a match.

After that, rub them.

I sure rubbed your nose in shit.

Lean!

Maybe at your age, Tom.

if you have bruises, cuts, breaks heal in hours, not days.

Wait, false one!

Hard use has worn this bag.

The only way to make it is speed squared. So there is our drag force.

You've told me something.

Oldest.

There's nothing but old people.

They seemed to me to be rudimental, burrowing men, still standing on their defence, awaiting their transformation.

Hey Wilson, could you pass me the book?

And he needs friction to stop.

He scraped his fingernails along things.

Tires wear down because of friction between the rubber and the road surface.

Well, he needs friction to start riding.

You must be Uncle Joe.

He is conservative to a degree.

I have a bad squint.

Friday at 4.