So, that is from his mum and she called it "Your Future, my Son" dedicated to her loving son. The other guy managed to ask what she ment.
I those situations I remained silent and having had no beer to get I would have looked at the idiot, at the panting and at the son in that exact order as the only hint I'd allow me to give holding cover as top objective.
Screw that.
From here on I will speak.
How good is your colour sight? And if he does not get that hint, than Ron is floating in gold through an warm ocean of golden islands on the waves of sparkling wine. Maybe now?
No?
Fuck you, Mr Ranitzki.
#cyberpunkcoltoure #igosttuck #myhumour
and towards the end is one complaining that all use the gold scale on him and the other doubts his complain by asking if that was not the obligation of all.
Is it gold you weigh? ....why I am an OMG among the poets....
You grew.
