Gas plug. Ain’t We Dirty? Her, I don't know if we're meant to be together. I'm Sorry. That came up later. Goodyear Tire. I'm getting somewhere.
Where
Get
Goodyear Tire
Up
Together
Meant
We
Know
I
We
Plug
Gas
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Are you kidding? Oh, Good Grief. I'm supposed to know how? We take the moisture from the air. Split Lime. Split Lime The From Moisture T...
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