2012-01-16, 07:56 PM
Whilst one's dish sausage is another's treasure, I shall [vote] ChaoticCJ for good measure. Through dusk to dawn, I stretch and yawn. I tire. Defeated and beneath the harsh gaze of the hair dryer. The wind aches at my back, I only wish to hit the sack before the comfort of dental plaque. Thy belly was wronged, and thee's aequitas shall no longer be prolonged.