There's twenty of them. It's better said then written.
To even out the good things that happen to bad people.
There's twenty of them.
With a pig pen.
When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, Marc, with a C. Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.
Asking for my two year old.
Greece! (courtesy of my ten year old)
