Your pants didn’t get smaller, Mommy,” I assured her. “Your butt got bigger.
When I find the wind to say I love you, it will be breezy, like a hurricane.
Board the cows! We’ve come to enslave your marigolds.
Chapter 1:I suggest you icksnay on the artalecsmay.
I shave my face like a car. I speed through car washes, but I brake for love.