It was time to quit the Ramble,
Panda knew, when the ridickulous combover next to him on the bench cleared his throat, put a hand on The Good One’s Carhartted knee and began to praise the Norway maples. Panda just went there for the birds.
Archie said, "I may be intersex and whatever, but that doesn't mean I appreciated ridickulous purple-tanned
Brad in a rainbow speedo bouncing up behind me last
summer at Cherries On the Bay."