ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE
Honestly. Is it midnight yet? Spending the entire day smelling of milk wasn't particularly my intent. And before anyone feels it their mission in life to point out that I could have simply avoided this grievous injustice done to my hair and completion, I'll point out that only barbarians do not wash themselves, and after a rather strenuous night directly preceding it, I'd've liked to bathe. But, no showers of milk. And who can go out in such a state? Thus, those grieving my absence, blame this curse.
An entire day wasted. I'd planned on getting a few things done.
Namely, is there any need or market for automobiles, here? Any at all? I'm aware the general populace tends to go without; would the vox populi prefer it otherwise? Yes? No? Your opinions on the manner are something of a needed commodity. I'm not going to lower myself to making a poll; do speak up.
An entire day wasted. I'd planned on getting a few things done.
Namely, is there any need or market for automobiles, here? Any at all? I'm aware the general populace tends to go without; would the vox populi prefer it otherwise? Yes? No? Your opinions on the manner are something of a needed commodity. I'm not going to lower myself to making a poll; do speak up.