Holiday ro-oo-oa-d - slap my fap hand and call me Lindsey. The July heat lamp means it's catch up with the kiddies and God bless my mortgaged body. ETvitos (early times) may julip these July lips and I'm going to lift some old stuff from the early years (HA! 2005-6, early . . ) so not to be sitting here when cowbell 's in the house. Here's the first:
Inside the locket, behind the picture is where the prayers radiate to shield her from the greed of man. His immunity from becoming dragon food lies in the current list of harmless foolishness he made when its forerunner led him into heathen hijinx back then. Bad list. Too many slay rides on the character express and near self-immolation from dragon's breath. This month finds our hero piecing together bold affirmations and piquant lunners for the kind of extensions that flatter our flawless rambles. No need to fast forward.