Some people are like clouds. When they go away, it's a beautiful day.
They asked me how the real love looks like, so I took this picture.
Look at him. Works one day a year. Spends the rest of it judging you. Santa.
Oh, the future looks bright today. Well, not that bright actually...
For the love of god, turn the page. You are like the slowest reader ever.
Yes, I know, my hair is all over the couch... It's called FURniture, isn't it ?
Thank you for driving carefully through the village.
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