Good Morning.
Good Morning.
my son: you could call it “plague dogters”
me: I have given birth to a genius
my son: you could call it “plague dogters”
me: I have given birth to a genius
HR manager willy wonka:
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
me: ok i'll come back
HR manager willy wonka:
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
me: ok i'll come back