Practice makes perfect, and perfection is a one-way street. Billy ran four laps and collapsed by his own evil deed. Peacetime is good while it lasts in the cave of destruction. Inhalants took their toll and now I am diversified. Degree put in my hand after I held them up for one.
Doubtful spectators wonder if their cars are still secure.
I went to jail for the vicious passions in my head. Red meat goes in the stove, and that way it can't multiply. A real good place to hide would be my best friend's closet space. I got shit on. He went to the city to visit his old college roommate, who had a wife of 10 years and two typical children.