i WANT m son. I need to puke.
IT BURNS. ZTHe bears are out, but their scat is on the trail and my waterbottle scared them and the snow didn't bother the funky white bostonian. I could shred it there.
You may enter the danger zone, but you see where the firings happen is the gun shots and the police will come over repeatedly so I'll take in any stray mouse that needs peanut butter. I promised.