Soda. Spicey water. Men don't wear bras. English. Extra sugar. Mosquito bites.
Mosquito butts. If only trees were made of yogart. Tick. Tock. Tickle. Sock.
A rain storm without thunder is a lot like one with thunder, only quieter. Naked.
Ha. Women often have mustaches. Spring time. You are tall, you probably
play basket ball. You are short, you probably play miniature golf. My pen ran out
of ink. My pen leaked ink all over me. Metal is underappreciated. Itchy. Bitchy.
Will the bitch itch the glitch in the switch? I often wonder why rain is sad.
Anyways. Must we all die, or can some of us be burried not dead? Yeah. Brush
your teeth. Stink. OK. End.