A carrot walkers, horse descends, valets scamper, a rabbit paints pinup posh neighborhoods of apple, bread, tarte Tatin, your aunt in a tutu, turlututu. Redneck Trick
come around and slap a squeak thing asked leaning against the pink of Oz, magic machine smart but lethargic. Hop to sleep without banco presto pasta with pesto pestilential. Heaven! I'm hungry I'm hot, hot cocoa, chocolate, coca-cola, allah akbar. And then? Between Laura or gold, since it falls asleep next to me before my death, sugar plum, I chose art. Dart dart Besides, nothing beats a good slice to accompany this nasty breaded musette museum, muzzled. The mausoleum ? Not yet ... Not before the melee hardcore, disagree?!? Full-bodied
the wahine is inflated, but are good.
