Eyeglasses, if you lose or misplace them, troubles abound.
The above food looks delicious, but what the hell is it?
Patrick's bees know how to use the weather.
I did fall in love with hubcaps and spray painted them out back.
Possibly if you double click above, you will see some of my statuary.
Above is either a new locomotive - Max is now beyond Albert - or a Dumpster, which is capitalized.
Sarah Lynn Deming - thanks for cooking a monster of a meal and doing the dishes
Ellen helps keep the house in order.
Daniel Paul Deming was once my baby boy.
Scott, please wait for me. Gotta grab some chow so I don't get low when we walk. Tis 50 degrees now, In my drawer I found an enormous warm black sweater.
Geese poop?
Yes sirree.
We simply turned around and strode back to our car.
I was out of breath.
Cardiovascular events? Quite possibly.
Raise hand if you don't know.
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