A lemon fell, gawking its own blood. He was sickened by the such stupid concept to a point of which was plain and simply an anger sought after ironically ever since Newton had his first head-ache and heart-attack. And though it was his third wish on that Genie's happy lamp, the toga party commenced with great rejoice. At once, the eclectic compilation of wonderful times was called from chug the shack wacky to a small agogo. The sound was marvelous, so was omitted from production.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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