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If sadami were secret, I think I would need a whopper to kool the flames
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Puntangalilly nananilly I wish I had a kangol to wear
Putangasilly, I'm feelin' chilly so I think I will lie by the stair....I don't even care
munchecon men bend over again to feel the warmth of the glow in the dark stars. Billy takes the knife and goes.
Fred was an average guy.....not too bright and not too dark.....just right, like a winter moon in the woods.....hiding all the worked out goods. He took his life witha rhyme and a song, and always saw the bright side of the road. If something happened, he gave into it like it was his destiny....his schwahhh da vie....he roled with the punches. So, on one sunday morning, he took the deepest breath he had ever taken....and held it in....for minutes on end...."What are you doing executor sweet gazoobly around....do you want to give your granny a heart attack?" said she with the loaf of bread. "I am only here for a while longer, and I would appreciate some respect from the likes of you." disinterested eyes of galore and wild passion looked up at the strong aged tulip, as if not even the rainmaker could make such rain. "I am just living my life, Meemama...jeez, don't you see that I am fine?"
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booty boo
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In one word, you could shatter a brilliant career
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who wants to kiss my ass?
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