Club of Mitch
Jen has his. Willy has too. Nancy likes to think about her's as one of the best. No you might all want to clean the place, here he is, the club of Mitch will be one of these great things that will mark history.

Jen has his. Willy has too. Nancy likes to think about her's as one of the best. No you might all want to clean the place, here he is, the club of Mitch will be one of these great things that will mark history.
Earth, air, fire, water. Take a bit of earth, mix it with fire-warmed water and blow a constant air flux through. Once the concuction is smooth, freeze it while mixing, and you'll get the faboulous mud sorbet everyone is talking about around town.
Woops, you're a bit late. Have you been here 10 minutes ago you'd have found him. No, he's left the tub now, and I don't know where his headed to.
The least I will say about him was that he had quite some momentum. He could nevertheless brake in a record amount of time and Freun's stop was known to be one of the fastest in town. He did work his acceleration thought, and maybe he would be ready for next year's cup.
This is the new city. Things have been renamed, things have changed. Michael and Annyu had to find their way using the new subway station nomenclature and more embarassing, the old pocket plan. They should have left at Crane station but the new name they couldn't figure out.
This spring was rather humid but had plenty of sun too. The trees grew well, and while the nights where a bit chilly, the days where unprobably sunny and warm. Turn on the mower and go get that wild grass before it get you.
In a world full of contradictions, where the humans get inhumane, where the women are manly and the men girlysh, it is reassuring to observe the northern countries are still north and vice a versa.
For Bill the bullterrier, any furred animal with claws that just lives on their owner's love and admiration is just a cat. For him any cat is as useles as a fork to fight a rhinoceros. Cats are dead meat today, yeah Bill.
Please don't misunderstand me. I'm a cosmonaut, it is normal and even usual for me to speak about doing things to planets. When I say 'shaking Saturn, moving Uranus' I don't mean yours.
Cotcot, Beeebeeeeh, wofwoof, meowmeow, meuheuh. Next stop, badass.
I like norway, I traveled there. I like to go north. So when I feel like it like there, I just apply myself some Tromso. This is what I call the self Tromso. Try it, I'm sure you'll like it.
Check out the metronome. He clicks and rings with a swiss watch precision. Check what you play, it sounds bad, your notes are off and in between, not just slightly before or after these, but just where they shouldn't be. Or maybe not.
When ever you go to the toilets, wash your hands. This is how proper hygiene should be applied in your everyday life. Or if not, don't ever come back a shake my hand, and pet my back as if we where friends.
You believe you're the best. Well he isn't. Milly is. She is a mean piece of energy. She just ate him. Now is your turn, so be humble.
And now I propose a toast for all the fake hills we had to ride with our bicycle. They where tiring indeed, and well, now that we're far beyond them and look back, it just seems as they never where there.
'Hey Michael, don't you think it has rung long enough?' screamed Alyza. She thought this never ending wake up was never going to stop, thus never ending, and her nerves where wrecked and irritable. Thus the one responsible will surely have to compensate for the loss.
What a delight it is to smell those beautiful roses growing in your garden. I really enjoy the fragrant red petals and the souvenirs they evoke. I love your garden, it is so nice. Your roses are beautiful, some like the looks, some like the scent, I like both.
A hundred and twenty seven, a hundred and twenty eight, a hundred and twenty nine, a hundred and thirty, I am getting thirsty.
I know him. He's almost a friend, I kind of hang with him sometimes after work. I like to drink beers with him as he has definitely an awesome drunken conversation. You know, he's a cheese mogul, but he stays rather humble in any occasion, even when a few glasses have got there way through.
There are ghosts in my closet. They used to be under my bed, but they needed some privacy.
The queen of all, the ant eaters' fantastic dream of a perfect meal, the purple ant is a ferocious insect. She will devour anyone stupid enough not to arm himself with the finest cutelry. The purple ant is asleep, now is your time to get her.
Hello. My name is Aflonsito. I am a professional salvager and have been called in order to save the day. I heard you've lost a few men salvaging the Bruxellum. I'm not only here to help, but I will solve the problem.
They had been sailors for generations, they lived their lives accross the oceans. No one had ever seen one of the Dunloops get lost out in the sea. Even sleepy Nick, the one who'd sleep in any occasion, was well known for waking up at the right time.
The zoo is a strange place. There are many animals. Some are really funny, some are sad. Soon it will be one of the last place to find the endangered species, one of them being the humpted zebra. Sad it is.
Because I ask you, kindly, to. Drop the gun. It isn't the way to end this story. It's not a solution. I knew giving you this water gun wasn't the brightest of my late ideas, but you must listen to me tonight. Drop it, before it's too late.
As the french say: this road looks like some wind from the freeway (or in the original language, lik un air d'autoroute). This is indeed something that jumps to the eye. Miles ahead, looks far away.
It is a slow season. No ships to cruise, no treasure to hunt. At least the beaches where clean and the sun untamed. For pirates all around the globes this was a slow season. Wait! There seems to be some cargo coming along, all aboard pirates!
An once of water, a drop of the syrup from hell, sorry, I meant the sirup from hell, and your company will surely have one of the most successful beverages to tackle their tongues. Harsh and strong, no cries just highs.
Sun goes up, moon goes down, your hairs grow long, my eyes are rounds. Your mind may be free, I don't feel envy, I am no lord, I have no sword. Believe in them, crabs are friends.
Apple pie. Strawberry fudge. Lemon tart. Candy cake. Red wine, no whines.