kenkantor: Fetch, roll over, do something.
kenkantor: The minimum wages of sin.
kenkantor: The creation of trees.
kenkantor: I didn't sign up for this. No one did.
kenkantor: Out of gas again.
kenkantor: At the time, I was desperate for something like this.
kenkantor: Pending your prior, written approval of course.
kenkantor: Splitting all our differences.