Lucky I brought pie-scented bleach.
Juice everywhere.
I do believe I just felt something fly over my head.
That is a bold poem. THEMATICALLY.
ORANGE IN THE MOO!
Water in the cracks.
I soled my soul, but the cobbler charged me a fortune for it.
I'm not paying that, I'm a cheapskate.
$17
I'm pretty sure that this is a funny connection in your brain.
