I told him a lot of baloney that was supposed to be about me, too, so he’d leave with the feeling that he’d had a chummy night out with a regular guy, not like he’d been pumped.
I told him a lot of baloney that was supposed to be about me, too, so he’d leave with the feeling that he’d had a chummy night out with a regular guy, not like he’d been pumped.
Mom likes the song What A Wonderful World. I like it to, but it ought to be What A Wonderful Cat.
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