Once San Miguel de Guadalupe perched precariously from his perch surveying the city below. There's Rosalita, he said, and smirked to himself. He watched her as she walked down the cobblestone street in her heels and he noted the way her light pink dress rippled lightly in the breeze. He saw her stop her and there at various stores, picking up objects and then setting them down, sometimes buying one of the things she looked at with coins from her purse.
Once upon a time, there was a magical place where it never rained.
Professor Dr. Scientist;5563607He saw her stop her and there at various stores, picking up objects and then setting them down, sometimes buying one of the things she looked at with coins from her purse.
Mel Mellerson worked at the shaving cream factory. At first he just worked in packaging but over the years he worked his way up through the production. It really was the best way to learn the operation, though it was time consuming. However, finally, after many years of struggle he learned the secret of how they get the cream in the can. What's the secret you ask? Well Mel isn't saying, it wouldn't be good for business.
Mel's ice cream is people! It's people, I tells ya!!! :Panic:
Excuse me, waiter? There's semen in my ice cream.
Excuse me, semen? There's ice cream in my waiter.
Excuse me, ice cream? There's waiter in my semen.