I Smell Heavy

Dr. Ho Himself

The Hobbit Habit

I bought a book yesterday and found this inside it. 
The Hobbit Habit was a bookstore in Athens, GA that was still operating when I was a child.  I never got to go there.  This is back when downtown Athens was a very different place.  Vicarious nostalgia, once again.

Snugly Packed in Cotton

You Want to Ride the Bug?

There's Always a Ragged Edge

Soundmaker and its Decorations

Exclusionary Parade Station

The Children Chose a Different Name

Proponent Convalescing

Deviation Spectack

Ramen Noodle-Style Hairdo

Fat Man's Sexy Alternative

Summer Conundrum

The Markoids

Brankburst Herabic

Building Underwater

Ring of Inch Worms

What Prompted the Frowny Face?

The Gum is Surrounded by Various Layers of Bone

The Evidence of Guitar Displacement

The Attribution Counts for Nothing

Region of Dusk

No Romance in the Ideal

The Institution of Butthurt

Melter

Soft Pubic Sprout

A Little Screw-Top Wine for Captain Leukemia

Hot Aplomb

A Sword for Your Son

A Ramen Noodle-Type Breakfast Cereal

Sticker from parts unknown

I was Afraid the Ending of my Dissatisfaction

The Great Chicago Penny Hoard

Creating the Appearance of a Lithograph

Send a Pinecone through the Mail

The Fetal Cranberry's Arguable Gulch

My Sidekick Tells Me to Keep My Mouth Shut

Subluxation Enroute

The Failure of the Balding Burrito

A Little More Dedication

Ease of Stiffening Trancepts

Your Own Personal Carton of Eggs

Every Last Scrap of Stupidity

For Incurable Amounts

Poultry Druggist

Focused on the Course of Dripping

In a Cash Transaction

How Vast is My Hatred

Cuttlefish Surveyor