I was a rusted for leaving metal out in the rain. I didn’t mean to; it was an oxy date.
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They don’t grow pigs in Los Angeles. It’s too LA boarious.
My spit is so spicy. I call it phlegm brulée.
A lot of martial artists suffer from dyslexia, and end up as box kickers.
Calm people are mellow dramatic.
If you rely on hotels you are actually quite inn dependent.
Needing a massage is a happens tense situation.
Getting stuck in a cave builds character, through, you know, delayed grottofication.
If you want to annihilate an encampment of clowns, don’t hold back: go for the juggle lair.
Atrophy: the only prize for laziness.