Meanwhile, Fegluzi is calling in the phD’s, and Nicolle is going mystical in her wardrobe choices. Oh, The Humanity.
The virus, Wallace, spreads like a tumbleweed, of course, it will take another month to figure out what, öüï, is talking about.
Anygüey, Eddie Gloude Junior, in Hilo, Hawaii it’s the 11th Hour, and after a well deserved night of sleep [after an Epic masturbation session] we say goodbye to February 2020, LAEP Year in an election cycle in Chuck Berry’s « Promise Land », which can only transliterate to the following:
I can see the stars, but I can’t see what’s going on
Every night alone I sing my song just for fun
Only time will tell if I’ll make it myself someday
This stage is mine, music is my destiny