I'm going to completely ignore this itch i have to explain my story, my history, or my whole point of view. Why should i? Let's just pretend that you reading this are like hitch-hikers i'm picking up on the side of the writer's highway, in my new Range Rover Blog!
Crappy thing about being alone the whole day is of course, the crappy feeling in your mouth. The only motivation to unhinge my jaws came from the site of that sunnyside-up and bacon plateful in the morning. Also the daily verbal LOL at the funny things in life. And maybe greeting the milkman (let's take the milkman to be everyone who deserves my cliché politeness).
So the weird feel in my mouth must be all the b.s.(which i'm so back on) i didn't get a chance to give at least one person, thus the crappy feeling.
So, seeing as b.s. is nothing but chewed up grass, get comfortable looking for the needle(point) before all this hay stacks up next to the beef, and gives us bullshit!
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