Sources confirmed that the fucking device lost power right as you started to fantasize about that hot Trader Joe’s employee.
“I love working out now. I don’t mind that it’s 40 minutes away. Wonderful facility,” he said with a strained smiled to concerned friends.
“It’s just so complicated,” remarked local father, Jonathan Coates, who understands what such terms as “ADP” and “walk-to-strikeout rate” mean. “Like, ‘they’ is singular now? It just doesn’t seem right. Anyway, some jackass just swiped one of my players. Who do they think they are?”
“What more do these boomers want from me?” Seymour Tweeted. “I left my clacking fan in the car and even had their weird hot version of an iced coffee.”
Before summer could come, Bradley Johnson’s abs debuted on a crucifix in front of his local church in Montgomery, Alabama.