The whatnot was shaky, having only three short, spindle legs.
It could not have been the owner of the Whatnot, because, with his wooden leg, he could not swim.
With his own savings, and largely by his own labor, he now built his boat, the Whatnot.
My Mind wanders in sex-chaos and muses on piquant impure things, enchanting villainies, odd inversions, whatnot.
Homais, to keep ...