It’s tomorrow…
How about a loaf of Julia Vrooman’s bread…?
Julia said no tradesman is worth what an electrician got paid in the hippie era. She paid him with a bell.
The guy our farming friend referred to opted drawing the civil sword. Who is sharpening theirs? Whose is clean? Who’s is long stained…?
I vote we put Skype in the cells and let the adolescent goats curse away as they see Quite fit