So this is all I can taste? A slew of cucumber dream. Great, they supposed (but not to my face, not in this skirt!). What if, Reginald? NOT ON THE TOAST! NEVER ON THE WET, BUTTERY MATTRESSES. Try telling that to a disabled factory, and all. Slap to the dick. Slap to the dick. Slap to the anus.
So, I warn you to think about me, next time you climb the good climb. A lesson is not in what you can't take from the homeless, but what you can take from the dead. Mutton for tea? I can survive.