My girlfriend's 1 year on titty skittle was yesterday!!!,

You could see from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening.

Mother looked at the ladder, at the twin lofted beds, at the desk, at the closet, at the throw pillows, at the cheap decorations, at the artwork, at the Christmas lighting, at a rain lamp that I'd acquired a few weeks earlier. It was turned on, illuminated, beads of oil dripping down around a reasonable copy of Athena Parthenos.

He shall live a man forbid.