Last August, my friend came to play in the north. I told him not to lick the railing in the yard.
He said: what to fear of summer, and then he went to lick.
Mouthful of paint.
Last August, my friend came to play in the north. I told him not to lick the railing in the yard.
He said: what to fear of summer, and then he went to lick.
Mouthful of paint.