Dear Simp sons,
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.
How much caramel can a canny canonball cram in a camel if a canny canonball can cram caramel in a camel? If practice makes perfect and perfect needs practice, I’m perfectly practiced and practically perfect.
Best regards,
Jess
