My car can hit 50.
If you hit it its fog, if you don't it's mist.
The posters
Windshield vipers.
He went out for the knight. OK I'll leave now
None of the girls had tramp stamps & you could smoke in hospitals.
My cat would be dead before I got 50
There's none, both live for the hits.
With a Lucille Ball.
Hand EYEEEEEIIIEEE.....
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYEEEEEEEEE