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Ah, I had written a comment for one of my dearest friends, and realized that it was so much fun, that everyone should read it, so here it is! Enjoy!
"That last thought was probably the most likely of all the options. Us men have urges to rip off shirts from time to time to time from time to time. The other day for example: I was out hiking this great trail out to Gull Rock. When I got there, I felt so enpowered that I couldn't help myself but rip my shirt off. I did so, and almost immediately learned why Gull Rock is named Gull Rock. One would assume that it was because Seaguls fly close to it, but one would be wrong. The actual, one hundred percent truth is that gulls poo all over it. To put an end to my story: I got poo'd on by darn Gulls on Ol' Gull Poo Rock without my shirt on.
That was Detective Dick's five cents, I hope you enjoyed!
-Sonnichsen"
Comment with questions and comments if you don't mind my other dearest friends!
"That last thought was probably the most likely of all the options. Us men have urges to rip off shirts from time to time to time from time to time. The other day for example: I was out hiking this great trail out to Gull Rock. When I got there, I felt so enpowered that I couldn't help myself but rip my shirt off. I did so, and almost immediately learned why Gull Rock is named Gull Rock. One would assume that it was because Seaguls fly close to it, but one would be wrong. The actual, one hundred percent truth is that gulls poo all over it. To put an end to my story: I got poo'd on by darn Gulls on Ol' Gull Poo Rock without my shirt on.
That was Detective Dick's five cents, I hope you enjoyed!
-Sonnichsen"
Comment with questions and comments if you don't mind my other dearest friends!