My fear of certain fruits is receeding in direct proportion to the terms of the executors of a lengthy dissertation on the subject of bicycles.

The abundance of (greed) is the reason I scoffed a whole foot-long sub from Subway.
Not a submarine from and underpass, a long bread roll filled with cheese, ham, turkey, lettuce and cucumber.
Cucumber, what a waste of time, mostly water.

Finished reading Flan O'briens book about policemen, bicycles and hell.