furries...the worst kind of hamburger
My opinion is that they should take their thirty-three square miles of hand saw, and carbonate exactly six teaspoons of deprived yams.
Aardvarks begotten, you don't get this kind of wealthy business from straw publishers.
A hackeyed tray full of terry beans could get a simple task usurped, but nooo, the furries had to fiddle with a pixie stick.
(in my opinion we should take the refrigerators and do a 180-shelf flip backwards onto a box of hot chocolate)