This is what would happen to me if I was skydiving. I wouldn’t land over by the cows, who would just look at me curiously. Or the chickens, although they would alert the farmer’s daughter, and a filthy joke would ensue.
This is what would happen to me if I was skydiving. I wouldn’t land over by the cows, who would just look at me curiously. Or the chickens, although they would alert the farmer’s daughter, and a filthy joke would ensue.
