In the age before the nation’s two hundred and fiftieth feast day, there lived a man of gold towers who looked upon the reflecting pool and found it wanting.
Brilliant Robert!
Wow! This blew me away, Robert!
Thanks, Sharon!
I am so incensed by this whole debacle that I had to find a different way to write about it. What a pathetic little man.
Brilliant Robert!
Wow! This blew me away, Robert!
Thanks, Sharon!
I am so incensed by this whole debacle that I had to find a different way to write about it. What a pathetic little man.