The Artsy Disease

Kakakakakaka I was a big truck in my previous life Full-time transportation of big white ducks quack quack Guaguagua Every time I transport ducks, there are frogs croaking in the pond. Don't mention this again! There is a sound in front of the door, which is a good place for Feng Shui! Okay, I'll buy some sleeping pills.

How do I know that 2 is not a duck but a parody? Aren't we sure to be cautious when coughing? Shouldn't we be happy after getting to know each other? Why does this happen? Don't you think the little yellow duck, Bigfoot, is cute? It's so cute that I'm having sex. I've had three cuts. What else do you have to be dissatisfied about? Gua Gua Gua.

The crime deserves death... While writing about childhood sweethearts, I want to eat adults When writing about adults, I want to eat my childhood sweetheart again.

No need to seem It went down directly

Now they are in my circle of friends every day Even if you wipe it, the technique is still very poor. It's so easy to eat a cold skin with an egg!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 1: What kind of ghost story is this? Can you give me a reassuring follow-up? I was really frightened and I feel like I won't be able to sleep tonight. I won't put on my slippers anymore 😭

Flo didn't know him, but people in their profession had wonderful premonitions about each other. He asked the customer, do you want customized products? The customer said yes. Hearing about his reputation, he came to him specifically, hoping that his craftsmanship would not let him down. Flor closed the door and led the guests into the inner room. Pushing open the two heavy doors, you will see a room containing all the tools that can be used in the world. Flor said what do you want? The guest asked for a gun that could be broken into many pieces, could pass the customs inspection, and should be accurate enough to allow him to hit a car traveling at seventy miles an hour from a distance of twelve hundred yards. No one but Flor could have made this gun. Fo Luo looked at the young man in front of him. He looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. He was not that old, but he was full of energy and arrogance. He said yes, I can do it with this gun. My only request is that you inform me in advance before you do it. I want to see the masterpiece of my life on the world stage. The young man agreed. A month later, Forow delivered the gun. Another half month later, the postman delivered a letter. He opened it and read it. It said in Italian, "This weekend, please watch your show." During this week, Flor told everyone that he was going to watch the National Day ceremony in Germany and Spain. On the weekend, he put on his most proud clothes, locked the door, and came to the bustling crowd. He got what he wanted, a country's second-in-command died on the open road, the crowd was in an uproar, and Flor grinned.

But what if you are a foolish king?

I can't make an oath. Spaces are expensive. I can't enjoy silence. The output language is Dada. Dada's horseshoe is wrong

There is no other way, luck is also a part of destiny. And to be honest, the poorly written things may happen to hit the public's sweet spot. If you try to cater to the public, you will slowly lose your own appeal.