My (coffee) filter has broken!
The clouds are marshmallow FLUFF!
I have chocolate milk in my nose, my boobies are in a shirt.
I dance on the roof of my head in the buff! My meds are speaking to my tushy. Where is my cherry picker? I had a baby once, then once more, and another of them makes three, three for me. Not you, my milk babies. I was sane but them I married Moorluck, now I'm crazy, or was I crazy to start with? The Mods say I am, but I like it, I like it, I like my spam.
Sam I am.