Retirement is the new. Everyone knows that.
I first thought it to say that adult scores just hailing up, but then I reflected - a bit tired - that I plo ; tsligt not felt comfortable with the adult points to count anymore. When you have enough disappear, as the point of them to happily flirt with the O-grown man, after all, still is. It's fun to _exakt_ years to complete thirty-five and signing a pension agreement with their employer and realize that you probably intend to stay on the job until they go bankrupt or kick one, or until you actually gari pension.
In my policy it says what year I will go retire. It was too much information, I think. They could well be a bit more mysterious - hinta the approximate decade. Not just say straight out like that: in 2039, go into retirement sörru. Not that I will be able to afford to retire then, but still.
Whom the Bell Tolls.
If I cared about adult points they would like not to be so many, but suddenly it's more depressing, than something to giggle at while you snore unbending ( Once and for all: it is much sweeter than wine) and watching signed for adults. (Simpsons, South Park, Family Guy). Maybe, maybe, maybe it's not a big deal to get a nosebleed. Maybe the world does not revolve around Foam Mushrooms.
Here, speed is not a license, mortgage, biljävel or kids. Not even a little hamster is dependent on me for survival - Erik is in all cases the potted plants. Bamboo is a tough rascal, but Angel Trumpet hisses angrily and aggro-droops if I try to take care of it: it accepts only Erik. I stare mournfully at it. "You are betraying sisterhood" I growl at it and throw it to a piece of limestone. Calcareous soil is certainly not good for ... so what the cat is a änglatrumpet?
Wiki Pause.
"Brugmansia suaveolens. Belonging to the family Solanaceae " . Yeah. That was what I knew. We have a potato plant in the living room. Fucking pikeys we are.
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