soon glowed with a familiar shine. Clearly, this helmet belonged to Doctor Fate from the DC Comics universe.
Thankfully, to settle the tension between these cowboys and vigilantes, they had a little icebreaker among themselves by playing Mafia. (However, I think the Lone Ranger cheated.)
"How many statisticians must be at a party so that 2 of them have the same birthday at a chance >50%?" He ran & left her another free drink. This happens…statistically, ha! Cheers!
and some pate pronounced pahtay, and eat the whole thing, sometimes even forgetting my manners and
but it would probably be more like seeing things on too much acid. Nothing makes sense, nothing where it's supposed to be, but you're not sure, 2 year old..what do they know anywa
philanges. You'd be amazed at the curds, the blue cheeses, the briny fetids, easily mistaken for a Brocciu or fine Stilton. Ofcourse it is paramount to wear lintfree socks &
hair and making a statue of him out of mashed taters, I could slowly add his hair to it, make it look real. Yes, Billy Joe would love me then, when I kidnapped him and he saw how
tangy zest of the marinade that brought out the oakey flavor in the human flesh. Maybe I should quit watching so much Hannibal, Diane wondered if it was making her a bad person or
I heard the foreign words before I saw them. Illegals. Probably anyway, or uh maybe. I was gonna do my civic duty and kill them, learn English or die, as Pa always said. I got out
of cheap whiskey. Maybe this is why I keep messing up the Cadillac, cause I drunk and drive, wait...wrong..errrrrnt..driving and drunking, errrrnt, nope, wrong again, how do you
