Too many strokes.
Life.
He lost his porpoise in life.
He pasta away
I'm kinda busy, I won't be able to stay any longer, smell ya later" PS: the addict died that day from severe delusions that his coke was talking blanket, lot of coke....
Nobody wanted to draw his iron.
They have too many ft. *edit for spelling
While I stroked his thigh with a knife.
A stroke of genius.
