I want your lechuga . what the hell.

I have gone nuts here. Your kicking me in the guts where, there is this pain.

I need you: was it something with this plagued place, and the ugly, or the its this or just moi.

I think its et moi, et moi!... who wrecked him up.

The thing about this whole rigged life is that I am masochistic narcissist.

Last sentences, including this one is about this masochistic narcissist,
who is really not worth the quad of a card.

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Help your child.