Namaste.
So you can tell them apart from feminists.
Me: I mustard the troops. General: ... Me: Just as you told me to, sir.
Nah, I'm-a stay.
He was far out man. --
Nah-imma-stay"
Me: Way less than I couch.
Somebody threw the towel in.
None. Somebody else does the screwing for 'em.
Namaste here