Yesterday, I watched a documentation about the boss of a German allot settlement who told other gardeners what plants to grow and what weed to cut. GEEZE! GET A LIVE! I felt tempted paying a visit to them and leave a bunch of knobby tire marks on this sucker's lawn...

Do you like my new dress? she asked, twirling around in it. Well, the colour is all right, he replied hedgingly.

[W]ith a jeer about stinking corpseses, the villains went away for the night.

He was supercute, with emo bangs over one eye and a hint of guyliner that would've sent my heart aflutter not too long ago.