My asshole smells like a paper mill. Three cheers for being a writer.
How to construct a coffin with six karate chopsIf you could smell my smile, you’d nose how bad I want to kiss you. But you can’t, and I don’t.
$3.33I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?
Angels' BloodMidgets smell like small, and I’m in the mood for a medium, like a large coffee from Starbucks.
I love Blue Ribbon CoffeeSmells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.
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