I thought he made junk down and wrote it up.
About 3 foot 6.
Also, the formidable Tiramisu
I want insurance that covers sessions with magic mushrooms.
Tod Browning’s Freaks, 1932
That’s a bawk. Batter, take your base.
Give him the SEDAGIVE???
Just the old power-failure strip. A classic.
Dead fish, no bait, and yet, he ate. (Burma Shave)
The dementia can make him regress to earlier habits.
I thought he made junk down and wrote it up.