“It tastes terrible in the shade.”
Shade
“It tastes terrible in the shade.”
“It tastes terrible in the shade.”
“I don’t know if you’re friend enough to want to oil the crane.”
“I feel like giving you a $600 pill to buy toast.”
“I can never get the recipe for raspy carrier.”
“I’m a beautiful tullah blue in the margins.”
“You’re where I go to make a mess of everything.”
“I already had three lunches this morning.”
“The only thing that can be done is wavy and crackzy.”
“These little stumpers are really getting into Dad’s environment.”
“We’re lost friends with love laces on.”
“Your catharsis is beyond device.”
“You’re crumbling gently.”
“You fly like a chicken in January.”
“That works on the rod but not in the store.”
“I’m going to yank all the yellow out of the why.”
“Will you remember me in my downy rose?”
“If you’re going to lose it you might as well do it with some charm.”
“You smell like a bad tooth contest.”
“Well, aren’t you Miss Gloomy Doomsday come to rattle the ages.”
“The white light rode a beast named Daisy.”