I would tally crap counts to the gallon. i’d mention I miss the crapheads already. I’d mmm my beverage… but i think I must admit nap is immenant.
I suppose the funniest thing i did. do was leave a jug of pickled eggs I ran out of time to eat. this was mentioned as in conjuction with beer and sardines the first husband’s favorite outting breath. I knew to say, do the dash, the es husband dsh. throw these stinkies away in the trashanyways. time to nap.