Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Well, when you put it like that...If in a cow one can find, per Oxford’s example sentences, “a deeply ruminative, mysterious lament," a spirit who swears “a solemn oath to keep faith,” then bring me a cow, Mr. Tea
Well, when you put it like that...If in a cow one can find, per Oxford’s example sentences, “a deeply ruminative, mysterious lament," a spirit who swears “a solemn oath to keep faith,” then bring me a cow, Mr. Tea
Yeah its those blasted zionist machine elves! If only more people took luka-like doses of DMT and got privy to their schemes.
That literally is luka before he stopped working out because he'd got "too massive."
After the meal I smoked a cigarette and mused on the luxury it would be to go out, instead of talking to myself and boring myself to death with the same endless stories I'm forever telling myself. I am a very boring person, despite my enormous intelligence and distinguished appearance, and nobody knows this better than I. I've often told myself that if only I were given the opportunity, I'd perhaps become the centre of intellectual society. But by dint of talking to myself so much, I tend to repeat the same things all the time. But what can you expect? I'm a recluse.