Gossip Is The Foul Smell From The

I Breathe In Slowly. Food Is Life. I Exhale, Take Another Breath. Food Is Life.

The One Good Thing About Being Kind Of Shy Is That Nobody Bugs You When You Want To Be Left Alone.

I Want To Go To Sleep And Not Wake Up, But I Don’t Want To Die.

There Is Something About Christmas That Requires A Rug Rat. Little Kids Make Christmas Fun. I Wonder If Could Rent One For The Holidays.

The Stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking Didn't Make Her Skinny, It Made Her Cry.