Letters to the edgar
The first of all, in case of the stolen dime inn? I did a doodle notathing. Check the guessless on chewed 10th: you've glopped the wrong Kyle, you plumbers. I’m a Shane since birth and likely more.
Asking my nextstore namer, Ferris, his nieces knees aren't a bees and he of known my wheelbarrow abouts. I was a home, sleep on a cow.
And asecondary, I would a never been voting for these gassers. I her they eat running turf and don't even wash their dungers or jogging straps.
Until, you're a bee hearing,