i want to try just one can of hard pineapple whip without buying the whole party bomb blast pak
this week, i have eaten enough, and possibly way too many, wild blackberries. i tried to give a pint of them, in a clean deli container, to the vigilantly omnipresent lady who's always hollering at me when i take the shortcut to the river through her gated community, but she was not having it
i have not let the heat curtail the duration, speed, or intensity of my rambles, but my sweat may be developing the power to dissolve and transdermaly digest cotton tshirts
my experience of the whole bloody affair was less than the sum of its parts
next week, to celebrate the aphelion i want a party platter of nigiri and a kitchen chair haircut, but not at the same time
