I plopped my crab pots off that shore with pride, and wouldn’t you know it, I darn cleaned up like a donkey on a straw Sunday. My traps burst with crabs like I had never seen it. The traders at the market were befuddled…I repeat, BEFUDDLED.
Właśnie wracam z wakacji i byłam u moich wujków w Pyrzycach i siedziałam w pokoju mojego Kuzyna Kuby, który z nimi nie mieszka bo jest dorosły (ma jeszcze brata Jaśka, który też tam nie mieszka) i grałam na jego gitarze, która nie miała jednej struny a potem chciałam grać na
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I can’t utilize the closest food bank near us because they have a limit on visits within 30 days & now I’m not sure how we are even eating tonight since I tried to visit this afternoon.