Just because they call it a wreath, that doesn't make it a wreath.
Flamenco rhythm. You can clap it as your walk to work.
Here's lookin' at you, Top.
Can anyone say what is actually happening here?
Twenty-some years old and still afraid of the dark. Good thing we have rocket ships, and it is only a quarter past seven.
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