Go shooting. Seriously.
Never enough time for that.
I want to make a barrel glow.
Never enough time for that.
I want to make a barrel glow.
Wake up to the tune of "I Got You, Babe," time it just right so that I can walk past the open rear door of a Brinks truck and snag a bag of money in passing; learn to play the piano; save someone's life at a fancy restaurant with the Heimlich maneuver; use a chainsaw to carve masterpieces out of blocks of ice; and wrap up the day with a hot bath and a plugged-in toaster.
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