I just don't see how the 150 pairs of jockstraps could have possibly been intended for me. I just know that somewhere in the world there is a football... team running around commando. Perhaps there was an error in the elf processing center or something.In order to head off such an error, I've decided to write a little earlier than usual. Did you like the bunny stamp I used? It's so hard to find one this time of year that isn't wearing shamrocks while fireworks burst over a pumpkin patch.At any. John chuckled amusedly. “If my science teachers had looked as hot as you, I’m sure I would have found the subject far more compelling!” he said.Dana preened at the compliment and laughed along with him.“In answer to your question, I do have a little Onyxium to spare and certainly enough to fabricate enough Invictium alloy to patch the hull.” Her mood then turned serious. “If we do take major damage though, we could be in trouble,” she said regretfully.“That reminds me,” Dana continued,. Nani:kya kiske saath aur kya bol rha hai tu sharam nhi ati mere samne asi baate karte waqtMe: (thoda gussa hoke) nhi ati sharam apko ati hai kya apne hi pote ka lund pakad ke soti ho, aaise nhi ati na sharamNani: vo me.. Me..Me:plz nani ek baar plzz uske baad kabhi nhi bolunga ki apne mera lund pakda tha sote waqtNani(thoda sochte):thik hai(yeh sunte hi me mann me laddu phuta ) bass el baar aur me yeh isiliye de rhi hu kyuki mujhse galti hui haiMene yeh saunte hi nani par tut pada aur unhe kiss. The television played on the wall behind the reception desk, the screen pouring out news, amateur footage and expert opinions.Reports said that there must have been dozens of suicide bombers. An organised attack. A tight-knit terrorist network. Externally orchestrated and horrendously executed. People made speeches. Celebrities cried. Politicians cried. There were emergency government meetings. World leaders expressed their condolences. #CommunicateNotHate. And the flipside. People to blame..