I don't want to brag, but... when I was a baby and my dad was changing me, I projectile pooped all over him. He was trying to regroup, so he aimed me in a different direction, so I got the ceiling and the walls too. I was a generous infant.
Why does he make us feel the questions if he's not going to tell us any answers?
Madness string 98170
With these computer parts and some fertilizer, I shall create five bombs.