Then a plan took on a shape similar to Alberta's
"Sign up now for a free promotional t-shirt and refreshing tropical social mixer," the sign read.
If not for his meddling grandmother and overtly homosexual uncle he just may have picked up that sticky looking pen.
Bring home three girls and laugh at them with vodka eyes. That's what his next mental step would always be, forever, and he knew it. It's the only thing he really knew; the only thing that was literal to him.
He put on his Caught Somewhere in Time album and went to sleep, right there on the cold, dead rocks. He stared at the silhouette of pier for a brief moment and wondered what his next step should be. This led to a blind chase of some unknown dream which he quickly laid to rest. He finished his last morsel of crumb cake and continued on with his open-ended thought pattern.
Lem Cloward clopped down behind him with his soul-hardened shoes. He pulled out two symbolic gestures and they both understood. The Bannachio Roads and the Alberta. Put them together and you've achieved full mental aptitude and the final sense of sustainability. The ringing in the ears is called Tinitus, and it is relieved after only a short few moments. They climbed into the Suburban, the three girls in the far back, and headed to Lem's cavern. They convinced a fourth woman to drink heavy amounts of vodka proactively and they all laughed at her, knowing that theirs was a position of authority.
He would have now found the courage to pick up the pen and sign up for the t-shirt and mixer, something some never will get the chance do.
If not for his meddling grandmother and overtly homosexual uncle he just may have picked up that sticky looking pen.
Bring home three girls and laugh at them with vodka eyes. That's what his next mental step would always be, forever, and he knew it. It's the only thing he really knew; the only thing that was literal to him.
He put on his Caught Somewhere in Time album and went to sleep, right there on the cold, dead rocks. He stared at the silhouette of pier for a brief moment and wondered what his next step should be. This led to a blind chase of some unknown dream which he quickly laid to rest. He finished his last morsel of crumb cake and continued on with his open-ended thought pattern.
Lem Cloward clopped down behind him with his soul-hardened shoes. He pulled out two symbolic gestures and they both understood. The Bannachio Roads and the Alberta. Put them together and you've achieved full mental aptitude and the final sense of sustainability. The ringing in the ears is called Tinitus, and it is relieved after only a short few moments. They climbed into the Suburban, the three girls in the far back, and headed to Lem's cavern. They convinced a fourth woman to drink heavy amounts of vodka proactively and they all laughed at her, knowing that theirs was a position of authority.
He would have now found the courage to pick up the pen and sign up for the t-shirt and mixer, something some never will get the chance do.
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