by say

I am going to Manhattan to fly around Central Park on Aladdin's magic toilet paper. So guess what infections I have on my face? Square bolbademon rabbit...

sticking finger into fuego boils macaroni. Mary had a little lamb and pork. What a jerk.

gallery partitian speaks clearly for the last people who are trapped in a library?

The floor smells like burnt snails and polished shampoo and stale creme.

Senselessly sensational scents.

the people who don't take chances have yet to realize that they are going to die.