My daughter had a good sleep in the car, as she also wants to drive. We reached near one temple at 1 pm. In all the temples in Kerala, gents have to w...ar only the dhoti with inner and leave the bare body on top.They will not be allowed to enter the temple if they are wearing pant or trouser. I didn’t take dhoti and informed him about this issue.Son: No problem Mom, I’ll pray from outside. You and sister go inside, pray and come back. I’ll wait outside.I didn’t think of another plan. So I said. They depart.A synonym strolls into a tavern.At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.The. I’m a girl,” my protest for naught, as he followed my straps up to my shoulders, making me think of these horror movies where the girl gets strangled. A real murderer, however, would stop at your collarbone, not slip your arms out of your shoulder straps.“I’ll get like you, then,” his offer, to which I pointed out was different, but he went ahead.No boy had ever seen my breasts except for Stanley Christiansen when he was my lab partner and we were dissecting corn to see if each kernel had its. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking hard!” he blurted out. “I could pound your cunt to hamburger right now.” “Ahh, nnnn! Ace! I went to see Ace and ahh!” Nathan felt a rush of satisfaction. He was getting results. “Now we’re getting somewhere! Tell me everything!” “He took me out. We met some guys. Nnnn! Ow! Oh, I don’t know much after that. They gaww got me so fucked up. They did me and took my money. Somebody emptied my debit card, I swear! I didn’t spend it! I didn’t spend it! They took it from me!”.