She said to her mother, "pork sausage, turkey sausage..." with a big smile, as happy as a little girl on Christmas morning.
I had just come in from a short shuffle through the frosty morning and wasn't feeling too good.
Just yesterday, I was looking at the same breakfast items complaining internally about the poverty of choices.
Douche bag.
I had just come in from a short shuffle through the frosty morning and wasn't feeling too good.
Just yesterday, I was looking at the same breakfast items complaining internally about the poverty of choices.
Douche bag.
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