“You got a name, Friendo?” The Howler was crouched in the corner of his cell furthest from me. He was tensed and spidered, and I was certain he would leap for the opposite corner if I tried to get any nearer to him.
His cymbal wash during the five songs taken from a live Swedish radio broadcast is a wonder to behear.
I'd like to think the good people of Tecmo devoted an entire lab to testing jiggle physics, but, sadly, the bouncing isn't anywhere close to realistic. Still, there's something about the sway of a woman's breasts that leaves our very souls souls oscillating, scintillating, and reverberating into a world of happy.
I should feel just like it, mamma, said Eva, because then it would be handier to take care of her, and because, you know, my bed is better than hers.
I should feel just like it, mamma,
because then it would be handier to take care of her, and because, you know, my bed is better than hers.
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