First time I ever saw a Buddhist monk driving a maroon colored minivan.
Mind shut up.
The fan feels really good.
Unmarked cop cars are sneaky little bastards.
Her eyes were blinking but she couldn't talk.
I need more lemons.
I wonder if it's going to hurt or if it well feel nice.
I wonder if my iron is normal now.
Ultracet is nice.
Why do I keep thinking of the word nice?
Why can't I stop thinking?
I'm bored.
Three question marks.
Three blind mice.