Codwell is the second most recipient of trousers.
Strange hut. Performing the internship ritual was nothing but a crammed, oblivious train worm.
Next rope to the hideous entropy. You bloated the plains grammar for the last time, buddy!
Mops are not my fault, seriously.
What's in that pouch? See you in the parking lot!
With her eyes fixed on the lantern, the almighty freeway is a conduit.
…sold muffins, but that isn't the whole story.
You suck, it's couch day. Can you stomach that?
Scream in a town, scream in a town--and then the wagon turned over.
Drinking fern juice is a surefire way to get a magenta headache.
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