Really sumphin'... sour tea turned tummy.
Coffeed up and needing to process two pictures, stopped into the dew drop with no time for pool, nor anything else as far as that's concerned. But the pool's free and Dan's a mensch - wouldn't put the loss leading past him, as they say. Reminds me of another beloved, late of a Grill.
There was a ride in a red Caddy too.
Coffeed up and needing to process two pictures, stopped into the dew drop with no time for pool, nor anything else as far as that's concerned. But the pool's free and Dan's a mensch - wouldn't put the loss leading past him, as they say. Reminds me of another beloved, late of a Grill.
There was a ride in a red Caddy too.
The Hilliard fellows. Baby-sat for their pal.
(No problem.) Kids slept soundly; met a girlfriend.
Afterward, spoken for: yet saw not happy. Would not.
Anyways, they must have made the tea last Wednesday.
Anyways, they must have made the tea last Wednesday.
In agony overnight. No sleep. In class all day next.
Pulled through.
Now's all to consider, "Whence the wattle?"
Deep chin exercises! No (Spares at least 5 minutes!) shaving for me.
Met fellow other night...
Met fellow other night...
has me into this for a while.
Old stuff; good read after another experience with las sadisticos.
Poor kids, under their sway - leave it be, eh? No way. Done for.
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