Me go deathtraps
Them got parades
Death game sport
The Port Damages
A tampered ghost
Aghast: dope term
Aorta depth gems
Pasta doth merge
OT: Gathered maps
Greased mathpot
He petted orgasm
Stomper date hag
Argh! Poets mated!
F**K losing. Fank it all.
Where’s ice cream?
anagrams aren’t my bag, but I respect the work done, Mike. Sorry there’s no love for you here.
Those are anagrams? Huh. I’ve been awake for 38 hours. I’m writing things right now that make about as much sense.
Perhaps I should have included the phrase from which these anagrams were derived: [BA-LETED]
TRUE FAKER!
This isn’t a dump, but
Win money for being odd!
That doesn’t sound too hard.
Goodman on BB s2e9: Hitting the snooze button on death?
(He, too, loved “A robot?”)
Pitchers are sissies now
Borscht-eating surrender bears?