I t was s a time of death;
I was so exhausted I couldn’t ted;
he laughed at my misery; that’s how all berry tales,
0 0 0 smoke.
She stood in the center taking all of his read hare;
and told tales that he was a she that was a real perv.
The setting was new;
The story old;
and false in the regard window
of him about.
Booze, it’s true for?
I guess the neck is pretty important
be:cause it’s like a neck on the top of the head.