I love how the flower follows the suns.
O happy stick, This is thy Labrador.
The guy said it belonged to his fodder.
In these worlds, nothing can be said to be certain, except death and Xergman.
He was in the bath when he yelled Eureka. Ran through the town naked.
Makes you wonder if a sitting President can set a sitting precedent. Or if the Bench will bench the benches.
Cake or death?
If it’s the last thing we ever do.
Let me be the first to exclaim: There is no question that Seagull is the best period.
Netflix and chili?
I love how the flower follows the suns.