Coming down to Earth from a burly heathen's pocket
The rank rank sordidly did the deed. I threw the stereotypes right out the window. Miasma played no part as elocutionists, split down the middle, made inroads on the out-roads. A pyrotechnical motor coach wafted among the prime numbers like a straight tell, now gutted by absence.
There isn't really anything comparable to going bowling.
3 comments:
Did the file get filed?
Just like the jump was jumped.
Rank and file.
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