Signal Passed At Danger

Peanuts for sale, those allergic to the front of the line. Heart disease is your friend, I'm smoking up and eating fried. My lungs won't quit, but the wheeze is catching up, and here's the line. Crossing ship lanes in the night, I highly advise, in a small craft with no lights. No surprises we; gave it up for Lent and ate some Lint, it tasted fine, stringy some but mighty clean alright. I suffer no Pascha but I love to decorate the eggs, kids are the best. My cat used to play with my feet in the morning and I'd play back, but she played too tough, and sank her claws and teeth in once, and I reacted with a half awake push, sending her off into the cat run fast run (they're built for the burst, just like the big cats, and this is why we love them, they're wild, but doms.) and she never played with my feet again, and I missed it, but some play too rough; I just too much.