So there, now you know, God Bless America that English isn't the native language in exotic locations where the currency is worth hunting and gathering.
A yearlong conversation with myself and nothing else. Shamisen twangs while I earn $222 a day to help pay for my future dream hair extensions, a Mulberry bag and buttock implants. *This blog has been rated Ca by Moody's Investors Service*
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
All You Can Do Is Give That Woodchuck A Tuna Melt
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Stick your proof reed up your prototype oboe, I say.
"Having a reflection"...snicker...
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