Me: It's an olfactory response.
The police are working tirelessly to arrest him.
Guys back then were playing for keeps.
She was told to give them all one test tickle
The entry is quite expensive, mostly due to inflation.
Not a lot
I could barely fit in 4 cars and 4 dogs in there ..
It's amid section.
because it's peak comedy
It's a fitting room.
Blew my mind. I’ve been his customer for years. I had no idea he was a barber.
so I have no fault insurance.
Know-man's land
Indijonous mustard.
Cowculus
it was easy to see a murder there daily.
After he cast out the third time, I said "maybe you'll reel in a bass soon!"
It has a lot of pan-creases.
Sorry.
Pi(z)(z)(A)
Edit: Volume not area
He had a Wigan address
Don't be Rhossili Bae
It's definitely a coo.
I told him it’s easy as pi
I'm going to call it IP in Pools
This is snow joke.
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
I thought,wow, that's pretty big
'UPS Truck Shun of Justice'
Onlookers were shocked, astounded, agape, flabbergasted and taken aback.
Police tried to get it out of that area, but it was rather emuvable...
He's stuck between Iraq and a hard place.
Using octoPi
The Corner.
There's nothing groin down there.
Me: It's an olfactory response.
I could barely fit in 4 cars and 4 dogs ..
Know man's land.
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
I'm going to call it IP in Pools
