When I took some hun for granted, I was eventually granted access to assess assessments of aesthetic grand grids with no more "and ifs".
Combusted constructions were constructed to coordinate cordial coordinates of which only led to the Bermuda Triangle.
The denial dialed dials to the Nile yes, but after a while it was suiting to smile.
Life rolls like dice will, and whatever happens, despite high hills or dry mills, the price still has to be handed.
So get the cash in and max out.
No one cares; well, at least a mass doubt hasn't.
