*that lake giga guess always mentions*
Really? I'd say Katmandu.
Wisconsin.
Better to be kicked in the shins than slaughtered for blubber and oil, or simply hurled along the surface of the sea, like a rag doll, livin' in a movie, Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie, So fine, they'll never see ya leaving by the back door - Where am I?
Aim for the shins. Always go for the shins.
I will kick it asunder.
Orange for Anaisa!
I know of a plumber who is called Mario.
Nectarines are coming back in a big way.
I've lived on just tangerines before for around three months........there wasn't much room to move really