How Many Watts Does A Flashlight Have

comedian at heart.

We always think that it's Val-d'Or Platte. Y'as nothing happens.

Think again.
Thursday by seeking papers to a location X. (X being a place. It's the same thing but said it backwards.) I was waiting my turn seated on a chair when Mrs. Y. (Y being a lady is still called the same thing but in reverse.) Is set to speak to me.

Like any good citizen I said I would talk to him in a retorting; Hello.
It's simple, fast and said too many times when you do not really want a conversation because entammer did you just want to pick up your papers and your *** cali camp.

Saying; Hello. to Mrs. Y. It seemed that I had become his best friend. All his problems were envoller. I have great respect for Mrs. Y. Except that Thursday, I do not try to get my 966th Facebook friends.

As has become his soul sister, Ms. Y began to ask me my name, shaking my hand necessarily. THE handshake but that 2 men are after conquering a woman (a sign of male virility ... I still want to clarify that it was a woman, but still is good. In short, it was Thursday .) She then asked me what I wanted to do with my life. (One thing we are asking every 6 seconds when you meet someone.) I told him I was still humorist. (As well as having my 966th Facebook friends, also bin start to advertise.)

error. Never tell a woman who shakes your hand very hard and who want to learn a lot on you the first 6 seconds of the game you want to become a comedian. I think that I have landed a dream or worse, the realization that what she really wanted to do in life as she was coming comedian. What do you think that followed this revelation?.

"Pete worse again y'ont you fart?". Yes yes, a joke not expect another.
Having a good heart, I really did not want him laughing in his beard. So I told him to continue .. OTHER ERRORS. But hey, instead of that she started telling me about his health problem. What to degenerate. You'll understand. Ms.

Y. 've had recently; gastroenteritis. What has caused her, a tsunami, tired of suffering. (Pogne you?). Times are hard, me "she repeated several times. (I would just remind you that I wait after my paper is very long.)

Not really control the situation, or should I say conversation, she told me. I swear, in a tone of morbid & both happy.; "When it floats in your underwear, OH BOY, it's not beautiful."
It was there, I could do myself more. It was the drop of shit that was the final straw.

Not knowing what to say. I find anything else to tell him that, "innit funny when it floats dismemberment huh?". AHH
CHAMPION BRAVO! PAY HIGH. As if not
Y'avait asser of shit in the conversation, I had to add a layer.

Finally, my papers are ready, and I was ready to go and especially to wash my hands in my lap Evitt floating in my underwear.

D.