Priorities are priorities!

Priorities are priorities!

Reshared post from +Eddy Boulanger-Rosade

Once I ceased paying scant attention to my Morbier.

Together with the Froggish foul fragrance, he was sinister-looking and rather slick.

Though, I make it a principle not to jugde lightly, I sounded him out. When put under miscrocope, it came to spring up his intentions were pretty insane. He was hiding millions of bacteria.

At the airport, the TSA checked him and, though he was penisless, they begged to inform me that they shared my viewpoint as precautionary conclusions.

The fromage qui pue [stinking cheese] was sent Franceward. We must grant fondest love to a fickle ally that is.

Thus, a possible bacteriological warfare was nuked to the root.

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