That last requirement is too much. Everyone has a right to destroy their ears by continuous screaming “music” regardless of circumstances. It’s in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
They always go for the bad boys.
I’d forgive you, Rat. And give you £1 from the poor box.
Smash? Something is doomed.
Builds character.
It’s only dyslexia if the pickles are underage.
Perhaps you could include a picnic basket into a strip sometime, just for our ursine friend.
Autumn is getting cool here.
There’s always one around my place.
No surprise. We knew the rug was unlikely to maintain its pristine freshness.
That last requirement is too much. Everyone has a right to destroy their ears by continuous screaming “music” regardless of circumstances. It’s in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.