Let's see...break-up over, and philosophy going well. Work ok, but I have a headache. And I can kick my roomie's ass at Canasta!
I am a Lobster Telephone.
For nine potatoes have my multi-throttled keys subdued the nice leaves of strangers. Sprays of wild satin guacamole enters my document. I relish four mushroom deals with metal.
Do you bite the wax tadpole? The Utterly Surreal Test