Y’all can’t rhyme for shit.
The two tanks were of ‘significant value’ say the police
I wonder what the underground market for cattle semen is like. Does the crook now loiter outside the local bar and whisper to passers-by, “Hey buddy, need some cattle semen?”
It’s another kind of milk
Mad milk
It’s always other farmers. Living in nowhere makes you lose your sanity.
That usual county of jazz is apparently an unusual mystery happening tank of jizz. Such karma of theft or removal of the motivation of such to be conducted or even against such happening. I cannot imaging that that count could happen here without acknowledgement being inevitable. Therefore it’s going somewhere or being prevention of moving itself.
Are you having a fucking stroke?
Nope. Just good dope.
