I just carried three small paving stones from the side yard to the backyard and I had to sit down and recuperate. My heart was racing as if I'd just run around the block and I was out of breath. What's wrong with me?
You do know I'm only licensed to kill and not to thrill......I can barely recognize you with your cloths of....and I see not every thing i see about you is true......But don't fret so.....take it from me that when you leave here you will be well hung..... Hehe
You May also be relieved . To know your reprieved . And have no regrets . That you're forever in my debt. Now to give you directions . Let there be no more corrections. And never again dwell. On the wrong WURDS I spiel .... Its never my fort . These Wong WURDS hive bean taut..... :)