Earth Mother Tells the Sad Tale of Marriage for Money

(Dark glasses in place? Good, let’s begin…) It was a cool and breezy afternoon when he breezed in through the open door. He appeared cool and open to all who peered at him. When he spoke, however, there was a slight chill in his voice. A coolness which bespoke of an anxiety-ridden past. Anxiously, the …

Broaching Glask

The tankle of broaching glask is so plearvant to the face Divid Boggle Sanks to mine her feels me much bitter. Comprendezvous non Ah hee! hee! hee! hee! hee! my laurphing eye cord juiced Scrame! “Warts me probelime” a fiend assks. Warts me probelime?! Know do I how? End wrinkle wrankly went the glask.