That damnable dog just ate some of my fried potatoes that I was letting cool on the counter and I now feel the need to launch him via trebuchet directly into the fucking sun
I think centaurs would have a great advantage in playing instruments like trumpets and woodwinds that rely on lung capacity closely followed by sirens (they're tone deaf beyond freaky voice magic)
wrote some and then died of 10000 explosions I wanna watch landscaping videos but instead the tv has a bunch of damnable cops doing cop stuff on it blah