This is the shit I used to ponder in 6th grade math. Of course that all changed in 7th grade when the girls in my class started sprouting boobs, but I digress. If 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 isn't claimed yet I want it to be known as Lodogillion and one
Yeah, but years and years of being woken up by those annoying clusters of black birds would grate on my nerves. I'd tell them to shut up, but they never listen... never The mother in law is the perfect foil to the married man though. If you ever begin to feel annoyed or anger at your significant other you can just misplace those feelings towards her mother. They're like lightning rods.
Numbers for most people stop when they graduate and are done balancing their cheque book as adults. Words go on forever, just ask someone who is trying to forget what someone may have said to them years ago. Then ask them their bank balance, address, old phone number for that same time period.