the owner of the quarry was not pleased. "If I grind your giant watermelon into bite-sized pieces," he said, "melon-pebbles will mix in with my candy quartz. Cleanup fee applies.
the secret ingredient: the 808 synthesizer. Chef Magnus robo-gasped - his opponent this round, Toshiro 888, surely knew this hardware intimately. Kaga bit into an iPhone and the
put a hand on the droid's domed top. "You got the juice?" He asked. The droid beepled, passing the cloaked figure a flask. "Nice," he said, "I've got that Degobah Dank if you're
young Earth theory. My computer kept crashing when I went to the URL, so I set out for the PC repair shop. But I crashed my car into one of those inflatable wavy people outside a
This is a great issue, it includes a brief segment on achieving the perfect consistency of mashed potatoes. A work of the greats. As far as potatoes go I must be a novice. What do
is going to be an extraordinary hassle seeing as I never completed my essay explaining the physical limits of time travel. Maybe the omens are foreshadowing the beatings I'll recie
and proceeded to give the planet a 2 star review with a brief note mentioning that nobody should ever visit it. Her Drive-Ya-Inta Spaceship didn't have enough fuel for her to leave
snow men, much as the Soviets camouflaged their nuclear warheads in earth mounds. Hundreds of snowmen dotted the lawn, and at any moment an Eskimo might launch
and did that wife assuming thing again, "Don't be cranky at me again because your movie doesn't satisfy you." She said assertively. I got my gun and snack bar to hunt bad directors
pero la mafia hispana fue plantar cargas explosivas para evitar un alto viendo el envío ilegal de patógenos de zombie. Arruinada la propiedad, junto con Amica.
