Why we don't take Mommy's pills!
ONE THING THEY NEVER MENTION IN MOST VERSIONS OF THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD STORY IS THAT GRANDMA AND THE WOLF HAD MET BEFORE.
Clive always dreamed about marrying a nymphomaniac whose daddy owned a pub...
So I was thinking...we add the pool here.
Pew! Pew! Pew! If you drank fewer martinis you might have money for bullets.
What's the point? The Empire will fall. Nothing lasts. My family doesn't understand me. My boyfriend's a barbarian. Sigh, time for some razor therapy.
She can wear a red hat and study as long as she pleases but the cat has more chance of making Cardinal than she does