When I see the mail lady’s cart sitting lonesome in my office building sometimes I get the urge to steal something from it. Not a piece of mail – like her sunglasses – so when she comes back to the cart and she goes ‘Omg, where’s my sunglasses?’ I can sit at my desk and snicker. They’re here, man, I got ’em.
Theft is a baaad thing! You should say five hale Marries eat two chocolate covered strawberries ( stickley for cleansing purposes ) and avert your eyes. You can still be saved
Haha! Will do!! Thanks🙂