God picked me to be his punching bag…so who am I suposed to pray to for mercy?




(No Ratings Yet)I’ve demanded of myself to be more demanding of others.




(No Ratings Yet)Now then,” he mused, “how does one fly a dragon?




(No Ratings Yet)I farted like a pack of crying onions. That was my response to her I love you.




(No Ratings Yet)I once wrote a book ten stories high. Each story was a story.




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