I feel like I am on a character kick like I can't believe. We got a week until the Presidential Candidates leave town and here, it means people moving on and other places, it means looking for work. I would take a dig on my favorite Simpsons Scene in Frank Grimes immortally thinking he was Homer Simpson and dying memorably in a way we haven't seen before or since in a Family Sitcom.
The fringe is not a laughing matter. Namely, we need everyone, even if they are Darian and have to get us out of Narcolepsy. Narcolepsy is not funny, my Aunts would disrespectfully beg to differ and they don't have disrespect in them.
We can't eat like we are High, and certainly, we are eating like we are High. Not Labor Day, Not Thanksgiving, Not Christmas, and the THC is doing damage to our ethics. Nothing good comes out of being bad at 15, besides being a Barfly at 21.
Moms cannot stand not having full days of School. Babies only want to learn and have fun. Having fun would be Northeast upsetting Iowa City West, in Goose Lake, not trying to drink Iowa State under the table like it was Ice Water!
Fun and the Work Day is Fun means living with an Aggie Code, even if your not an Aggie! If Jimbo Fisher was not the Head Aggie, he'd have an easier time in Centerville. Nothing good would have came if you looked more disenfranchised when your plan has to meet rows of lawyers, and 1 No means "Go Back to the Drawing Board"!
I'd rather'd wheel the Borg Warner or Monaco Grand Prix Trophy to someone's Wedding or Graduation Party. Even if it was every Mom's Teacher and Uncle's Cousin popping out of the Woodwork.
Mr. Steal Your Mom is returning to Oklahoma and freeing himself of Sumlin. Sumlin can't even control a bunch of Young Adults and we'd need competent like we need American History at School.
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