Oh hello there. I don't suppose that you are a grape vine. Grape vines do not have access to the internet, let alone a chair. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a grape vine. But since I do know better, as previously stated in the previous statement, you are not a grape vine. Anyway, there are little children at my house, and I have no idea why. It's like if toast grew onto your plate when you specifically ordered bacon and eggs only. It's weird. I can't even believe it. It's happened so barbeque.
Do you remember the Alamo? I only ask because the title has something about you remembering something in it. And since I write the titles of these posts long before I actually write them, I'm required to include words about the title. It also mentions ice cream. I won't say anything about ice cream in this post however. That would be too tacky. Speaking of, wouldn't you like some ice cream right about now? It's really good. Like, you can get loads of different flavors. Some of those included mustard. But since mustard tastes like poop and mustard flavored ice cream probably also tastes like poop, I don't see why in the world you would want that.
This is the second post in June, but it's the first real post of the month. The last post was a poop flavored post, much like mustard ice cream, because I was way too busy that day. I am pretty busy today as well, yet my shampoo quit it's job today. So that gives me some time to actually do things. My shampoo worked as an accountant for US Bank. He turned in his two week notice two weeks ago, and I've been given the work of dealing with all my shampoo's taxes. It's really bad. Anyway, Morgan Freeman.
-Griffin
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