>and then I told the creater of the universe it wasn't me, it was the talking snake
If 23 and me schedules a walkthrough, there's a pile of arm pit hair in the syncs. No pubes will ever be our pubes if you don't share your cross.
DN without the A?
Tune in next low bowling score to watch a wax figurine of your own ego fall out of your ears.
Can you take fanny packs into the trustworthy fields of green? Or are you going to find the biggest baddest Grandma purse your sweety pie defender can carry? You'll be on the scale of course when you hand it to me.
Rhino comms?