Makingdirt Bike Track Cake

I was not there and if there was I slept

but what broke the fuck am I cold?

night outside, in front of the house of the mire, she waits for me in the street, gets in his car.

aims: that hot car! I
: eh, sorry, if you want to Down ...
aims: no no, alright! I
: is that when I took office was out squat by a colony of penguins who did not want me there and I get to convince them that no, it was an igloo, but it was my car
ambitions, but your car is red
I: I told myself. but we see that the ice above it seemed white, or penguins are colorblind. certain that round and round.
sights: you must give us a post. I
: ok.