I attacked and ripped open the poor thing.

I should say the Law of the Bushveld, a sub-tropical woodland region of Southern Africa. I was in Botswana, hunting down the common ancestor of all watermelon species. My superstit

Ion was that I should sit under the baobab tree daily and write in my journal there instead of at starbucks. So I made that my daily ritual and made friends with a leopard. He said

that he was willing to share his tree, as long as I didn't drink coffee, so I kept quiet about my earlier place at the cafe. One day, he asked me to tell him a story, and I

told him about the time I worked at a cafe. She looked mad when I said this and then, she

went into the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later wearing the French Maid costume I had given her. It was for our private time. But here she was wearing it in public. Irksome

"Go back into the house and do the damn dishes," I shouted at her, "If you are going to wear the private outfit in public, I don't need you to be my wife, you are now just a simple

is it seriuously ?

"Of the utmost seriously, bro," the motorcycle cop said as she handed me a speeding ticket.

However, this Ticket will self-destruct in 10 seconds, so I handed it to Inspector Gadget, and he knew what to do, so did Penny.