One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
It's all in the execution."
Wash it up over and over again until you get gold!
Because the Jihad.
Go to Coles new world.
Fog
To one you say, "Hey you, get off my cloud!" The other: "Hey McLoed, get off my ewe!"
Surreal.
Me : Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss