"I WANT YOUR FUCKING TRASH! I WANT YOUR GODDAMN TRASH! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR TRASH! GO! GO AND FETCH IT FOR ME!"
Whatever the fuck are they even . . .
Small things, but you can write a solid economic theory out of this.
Help me, Diary . Help me understand this . Help me help them. If I go to France, and I don't find a good classical group in any of the settings I can think of, I don't know what I'm goin -
At least I won't be running the risk of overdressing. I gotta go to the beach some day . . . ( it's not fair that Fausto Puglisi usually runs at 410 a piece, but wearing a t shirt is more . . . I'm just not comfortable in it . )