Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
My daughter shares the date, so cheers. Wanna see a grown man cry? Her birthday story busts my crust every time.
I share the date. 42 is really the new 25 right? Does that mean my insurance rates are going down?
The top of the hill is hidden, it's further away and higher.
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