Never met a man so uncomfortable in his own skin and I love him. That makes me a nutter. Didn't work that out for myself- I've been told enough times.
They are celebrating a murder whooping and cheering like New Year’s or the Champions League like fresh death takes the sting out, makes old death softer, somehow sweeter
One thousand five hundred and twenty nine products to clean your sink Five thousand, two hundred and seven brands of toothpaste I am not satisfied.
It's going to take more than a bloody bunch of grapes you say you care though. They will sit there going yellow. Neon fat with sugar. Bursting their skins flirting with fruit flies. Sweet