I was born with glass bones and paper skin. I break my legs every morning and I break my arms every afternoon. At night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
I beg to differ, at least to some extent. My balls are made of cast iron, and will resist explosives or extreme heat to beyond US Military combat standards. Also, since Yve polished them they make an attractive mantle ornament.
Democracy shouldn't be too difficult to sell to dictators: after all, Hitler was elected
Franklin Mint. Numbered edition of a thousand, the first in a series of my bodily organs reproduced in gold-plated simulated metal. Of course they're leaving the prize item, my liver weighing, in at half my body weight and carved in teak to emulate as closely as possible its true texture, as the last of series.
Democracy shouldn't be too difficult to sell to dictators: after all, Hitler was elected
