"Cactus Ladies"
Chinaberry chocolate, calla lily cats and dogscovered in spines like a porcupine, playing with San Pedro popcorn.
Effected by Persephone, the only known writings of Jeannette Miller
– “Who doesn’t love a café in Wellington?” – ready the nose.
Who doesn’t smoke? Do you smoke, like a real-world lumberjack?
Las Vegas Weekly! Grub infants! Purring cactus! Stinky popcorn!?
Desert rats. All rights reserved.
The cactus cat was generally described being the finest of the two,
with pictures, videos, and related searches.
You bring them! I may attempt the 100 miler myself this Christmas.
Anyone can see this photo.
The Glass Cat, after running out, grounds seeds and leaves to your “my cats” page.
A lab, they only wanted to trade for cactus, they only wanted to send me deodorants, deodorizers, detergent, disinfectants, dye. Fungicides.
Grub infants! Emergencies!
Did you know chocolate and coffee grounds are common? Poisonous?
Stinky Smigel’s plan is to meet two of the world's finest and most unique catfish in Wellington – the café in Wellington,
the cappuccino café, the world’s finest American lunch –
and party like a bean burrito, quesadillas,
there won’t be coke or coffee unless you bring them!
But, you protest, isn't it supposed to be…
delicious?
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