Our five most dangerous weapons are...
Check it:
a) only person logged into FC, go me.
b) Got random prose in my spam box, but yeah. Well, better pr0se than pr0n.
Something to think about: Papers like parks dress shadily to grass, wiping Calls honestly, undeniably, like gangsters going, darkly. When cars speak in elongated hares, the day quotes. Guy had a spark, which was not at all a ham. Devours doubly, infinitely, like rocks finishing, slyly When entities uncover in wet lamps, the fork dives, And what is a cheese, but a crummy linguist? A book masquerades, dressing positively to a tired canister, In moose, the sky will rot, rot not Under the gut, plays a pungent harp. Haunted by meanings, puts down the disc to speech. And blades walk, telling by rotting vocally yet purportedly, Nude the book yelled a loud season, plausibly Flying prefabricated heaps here.
I think we've all been wondering the very question. What _is_ cheese but a crummy linguist?
a) only person logged into FC, go me.
b) Got random prose in my spam box, but yeah. Well, better pr0se than pr0n.
Something to think about: Papers like parks dress shadily to grass, wiping Calls honestly, undeniably, like gangsters going, darkly. When cars speak in elongated hares, the day quotes. Guy had a spark, which was not at all a ham. Devours doubly, infinitely, like rocks finishing, slyly When entities uncover in wet lamps, the fork dives, And what is a cheese, but a crummy linguist? A book masquerades, dressing positively to a tired canister, In moose, the sky will rot, rot not Under the gut, plays a pungent harp. Haunted by meanings, puts down the disc to speech. And blades walk, telling by rotting vocally yet purportedly, Nude the book yelled a loud season, plausibly Flying prefabricated heaps here.
I think we've all been wondering the very question. What _is_ cheese but a crummy linguist?