gobi

love me tendermim, you texan angle, and I'll glib your assets on a plane to Jupitor.
I picked the best time of year to break down.
Deiosaurs in a boat!
What impossible cruelty. The Stegothoepolon tries to plug in electricity underwater. No wonder they died.
They die in real time.
Just pose this question to yourself: What is the fourth- root of happiness?
Age.
And what, mind you, is the advantage of living in a tree?
Rhetorical questions are all but gone.
Fine, just fine. You wont believe it- I got promoted.
To chief sulk, third class.
Okay, okay, call me a meanderer. A wannebargo. A lamp-dodger.
But I know my way around the bank, and I'm not afraid of Deiosaurs. Or what's next.