cells communicate indirectly with each other and you wonder what that could mean?
She hitch hiked post mortem and enjoys herself now. But the claps...that's a team check. So, the plan worked.
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I stick to Cogney. Looks like rap with weired rhyme chains.
Women... Don't understand them, just love them.
#cyberpunkcoltoure
PS: I surrender...
And that's the worst. Wait... This one or as I asked the DHL guy incapable of placing the parcel :"Are you the placement allowance Nazi or ain that Glassdoor big enough?" aka Where am I fucking supposed to go when the entire town follows me to the Polar Circle being funny with whom they call the Village Idiot? Them, me, the only guy in no need of GPS around in town. Anyone ever listing to me ever...
#trollnation
