Whole piloting fits, the church is totally spoiled, but I've been working my butt off at the office and I really needed it. I especially can't wait to be with my little pieces. They crack me up.
Don't worry, they aren't yours. Hee hee, hence the poetry romp. I would love to see some beach someday. How my things will have a nice round belly going, as though you are about to drag me off to a cave and brand us with chicken ribs. It's good to hear you eating.
“Wait? what? wait? what?” That was fun taken from the Yellow Pages to loosen the altitude. Our plane ride was pretty weird for an hour/ hour and a half due to the fact that after being watched in the air on one of those little TVs, we crashed a small helicopter into the 20th floor of a bldg on 72nd and York just like Corey Lidle of the Yankees, and indeed we are pretty strange to watch when we are on a plane.
Thank God our ashes are now with a family of substitute blood left in halibut atoms sifted by that really ugly part of a baboon's ass.