One of my favorite bands from back in the day is Collective Soul.
I have decided that favorite holiday destination would be in my own bed.
In 3020 my remains finally reached at their intended destination on the planet Saturn after hurtling through the vacuum of space for a thousand years.
The vessel travelled through space at the speed of light.
People claimed that as a woman, she was the weaker vessel yet her ingenuity and tenacity in the face of constant misjudgment proved otherwise.
Just because I'm single, some people think I'm in desperate need of a woman.
They lived in desperate times, struggling from each day to the next hoping for respite in the form of either wealth or death.
It doesn't matter how many times you say it, lard is not a food group!
How pathetic, some people eat such shit, if fried in lard.
Oh dear, seems like all that television has fried your brain.
Even in this day and age, one television station here has a bad signal.
After the undercover cop gave me the signal, I tackled him to the ground.
Before I go undercover, I visit my mother's grave in case I die on the job.
I wish there was a way for you to learn everything you want to know before you die.
I hope you found everything to be satisfactory during your stay with us.
Why can't I stay calm when that place appears?