snip-snip and the hair was gone like the leaves of hardwood trees after Autumn’s attack like the Icelandic landscape after rettir like shearing denudes the sheeplike Foghorn Leghorn after an explosion(“fortuna-I said fortunately, I keep myfeathers numbered for just such an emergency”)like the song Phil Collins
wrote with his very existence making you wonder if his boobs would’ve looked smaller had he had hair
(moar sheep facts: fleece, farmers, fleece, frommer, visit, 2013, instagram)
and the fun is over..
Yesterday or the day before I had to quickly agree to a new ToS and sure enough, no more fun, foul language. The googlification is now complete. Marisa, you suck!
DETROIT - “Tracing Skylines” - POOR BOYZ PRODUCTIONS (by Karl Fostvedt)