Thanks for taking your sweet ass time, I can hardly pocket more measly cents. Not sense, cents. Not scents either.
I can get by pretty good with Spanish and Pura's much better than me. Looking forward to naps on the beach again. Unless of course mom sends junior to blow a whistle in my face repeatedly and wakes me up startlingly and won't stop blowing the thing over and over and over and I'm like 'dooood' meanwhile mom's yelling at me "$1! $1! $1! $1!" and I'm 'get him outta my face!'
I think they like women alright...
That shit just keeps getting worse wherever we go.
Nonsense and incense. But no insects or incest. Just take the whistle and throw it into the ocean.
I didn't want to believe it but history I guess does repeat itself. Or, you know, gets nostalgic for all the wrong things. Relapsing.
I might've been just a little worried about you a little.
Awwwwww, did you think I got eaten by a moose?
Nah, way worse than that. I should probably watch less murder mystery shows.
Eeeeee yeah probably. I can't watch those things. Human nature can get very disturbing.
In Canada you can't carry a weapon but you can carry bear spray, which shoots way farther and stronger than my wimpy Kroger brand pepper spray keychain. Kept the murder mystery content creators at bay.