When I was riding my bike tomorrow i accidentally punched a thorn. It felt absolutely nonsense.
Later that summer the ambulance lacked the pills to do their homework, so they decided to have a barbecue.
I, completely out of the picture decided to lay and contrast, revolving around my chair. Sometimes the best thing you can do is sit down and take a dump on your sofa.
And so I did. And out of nowhere comes this silt on my chest. I rubbed it on my face and in my nose and when it finally went into my inflammatory system it caused major redneck injuries and such.
Let's say I was using push ups as my primary source of catnipples. When would I manage to harvest enough grapevine to feed my family?
