A wandering molasses, doomed to ooze across the earth
And the secretary of state.
More than an edifice of viands reared by my teeth. Always honeycombed with poltroonery.
ME: [reading whatever it is] This is not good, but I'll suffer through it because I respect your taste and expertise.
ME: [continuing to read] Wait this is actually fucking sick.
ME: [reading whatever it is] This is not good, but I'll suffer through it because I respect your taste and expertise.
ME: [continuing to read] Wait this is actually fucking sick.