The travel agent mumbled and fumbled and ate **** on the pavement. He apologized profusely. He then offered the hag a piece of parchment and a muzzle-loaded rifle. The hag gladly accepted the rifle, but hideously refused the parchment as it was against her religion.
I take satisfaction in knowing that I had taken no part of the creation of cyborg children. OR PERHAPS I HAD EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THE CREATION OF CYBORG CHILDREN.
Welcome to the Salty Spitoon! How tough are you? How tough am I? I had a bowl of milk this morning Yeah, so? without any milk.