therealdylan
"I stapled that fella's mouth shut"
"What!? That doesn't make any sense."
"Yeah, well that's alright! Sure."
"Oh, ok."
yep, that's it.
Petition! Petition! The right we all believe in
Petition! Petition! Load your ammunition!
"We gotta' petition for what we love, petition for who we are!"
"petition in the street, petition in a car!"
Rebicycle, really, is the only way to go, in my opinion. With tassles.
He turned his computer on and waited for it to load. He opened his internet browser, as usual, and decided to check out his oneword account. Instead of putting in any effort, he dismissed the endeavor entirely.
Gloria and Gretchin went through the usual brunch routine. Ex-cons from the Chicago ghettos, these ladies liked their eggs and ham with extra peppa'.
It was Nigel’s first demonstration in front of the executive board. “More like executive BORED!” he thought aloud, as he passed a rather startled-looking secretary, before kicking the door open.