The things we do for love. No not Nathaniel, but honey if you really look like that I am not only willing to corrupt my principles; I might resurrect my courtesan attire, and I am not sure I'm simply teasing, but am also struggling with my inner scholar, who doesn't want to refresh on The Elephant Man, even if duty calls the good lieutenant to task. Mmm.
The tea party was stupid, and if they would listen to me they'd be less so, as one of my recurring issues is merging efficacy with accommodation and getting it right. NCIL cannot reform intake centers, because their design, coupled with their mandate, ensures that Trotsky like expulsions will continue ad infinitum.
A girl has to eat, however.
If it was possible to engage twitter's no reply spam with socially inappropriate responses to "suggestions similar to Nathaniel Burns," I'd whine to the twitter boys to float me the man doll over this way. You know the blue collar whistle, "Thweet!" Too chilled for the cold shower, I apologize effusively to any marital significant other in the wings.
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