your mom is fuckell. Da bish tried too KELL me.
I shall let you know she was full when she fell. Huckle me about luck all she wants; still saved her elk hide; and I AM NOT HUCK! THAT WAS A BOOK! ALSO NOT CHUK! He was my Fasha. Silly drunk cuef (ok a stretch meant to sound like qweef) cluk. Hef, the chef, as good as he was at cooking, not good with soups, given the clef. T. Down too a T I don't have.
<_< sorry... letter combos.
I shall let you know she was full when she fell. Huckle me about luck all she wants; still saved her elk hide; and I AM NOT HUCK! THAT WAS A BOOK! ALSO NOT CHUK! He was my Fasha. Silly drunk cuef (ok a stretch meant to sound like qweef) cluk. Hef, the chef, as good as he was at cooking, not good with soups, given the clef. T. Down too a T I don't have.
<_< sorry... letter combos.