winch sinched grimmace hung at half mast in an attempt to hold rebelious bicusbids in their place but they still wiggle like a bobble-head jesus glued to the dash every time that you laugh so i guess that's why you're giving it up
your arms look like a road map riddled with pin-***** ***-holes and with routes to hell and back marked by distressed vasculatory flares so you ask to borrow my sweater and another fourty bucks with no explanation why