you just got love on some sour, but we all eat up the sweet. if they are sweet, they are heavenly. thanks for not. pick up a book. make it a sweet pickle. like i was saying before this is a town of animals, each animals has a quirk. tag along.
we have the town next to us so you can check it. it's quaint but isn't it always, and if we are talking about the town from mr deeds then it most definately has been lived in a little.
today we are talking about the elephant, he is compared to a gluten, and this is something that we all know a thing or too about, if we are thin as a pin, and flabby with all them handles every where. to draw the line between fun, harm, and simple utter necessity. if we knew where to draw the line we would all be perfect, i doubt you would want that, i know i wouldn't. though at times i am a neat freak, and at times i am off in another world perfecting the un-perfectable. i still haven't learned that lesson, thats not news to anyone anyway. but hey, like they should say, if this was all common sense, then we only a few would survive, atleast now adays, because i feel for the romantic is dead, and such a silly set of words isn't actually meant to be read.
on lighter matters, for cheaper dates. i always try to convince her that smores are the way to go. if you cant do that, don't waste your time, she is champaign lust on a empty stomach, harsh to the skin, can you imagine what my insides must feel like. it's weird but i don't think i can feel my insides anymore.
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