Imagine being killed by a bow and arrow. The fan goes back and forth. I do not relax by putting my arms behind my back and parting my legs slightly, that does not equal ease to me. You thought this shit was hot, but it is not! I'll just give you the money, and you give me the in wife Walk Orange my Fuck, end of transaction. But then the wolf would have a bad set, and huff and puff, and fuck shit up! This is what my friend said to me; he said "You know what I like? Reese-apostrophe-S, on the end of that name. I have severely improved my predicament!