It’s bedding the girl of your dreams then finding out she was paid.That's ironic. Like rain on your bedding day or having ten thousand rakes when all you need is a spade.
Imagine this drivel being the last thing you read before your phone battery dies.
I want some.
You will never convince me that they didn't know what they were doing.
This isn't funny, this is cursed.
They took a packed lunch.Am I the only one curious why there's a sandwich (or two slices of bread together with nothing between them) on one of the seats?