strikes me suspect crashed the day I killed my fans
day strikes me dead. Insurance Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Brad Norton And Tiffanty Granath
And now the planning is concerned with the new festivities in their ethnographic studies. Every day the front pages of newspapers we outlined the dead of fleeting fame until it reaches the evening edition and show the other dead. And so we break our capacity for wonder, the most improbable is possible.
declared the drug war is now as the "king of sports." Too bad it is no longer just the "fall classic" but throughout the year. The statistics of the casualties on both sides, as well as civilians is growing exponentially. Every time anyone scored a hit, the other will mark a failure. The punch does not come and some are missing balls to give the base. The game has many flips, and viewers expect to reach the extra innings. I wish we were already at the bottom of the ninth inning, which came a change in the diamond center and hand out chocolates to close the meeting and go home happy with the result.
Unfortunately this is not possible in our Wonderland. I wish I had something to celebrate other than the Happy Birthday No, but Happy Day Undead. Greetings
scurrilous.
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