Awegois, I Can't Read This.

When you get married, my new husband is like a newspaper. I complimented my imaginary friend the other day he was made up. On must say, its olly all right. Oh, this could be a good one for you instead of my wife. No commentai, go. Jsbook anyway. Awe, go to the listeners. Problems. Yes, tat's in store for us this week? Ok. This one is from zac on emal hallo.