tulip I'm not really sure =.=

the cock is well XD

By day, or on a cloudless night, a pilot may drink the wine of the gods, but it has an earthly taste; he's a god of the earth, like one of the Grecian deities who lives on worldly mountains and descended for intercourse with men. But at night, over a stratus layer, all sense of the planet may disappear. You know that down below, beneath that heavenly blanket is the earth, factual and hard. But it's an intellectual knowledge; it's a knowledge tucked away in the mind; not a feeling that penetrates the body. And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space.

The Coxwell?

Ted die bar picks Nick

The Teddy Bear Shak?

Close Daxx, but wrong. Anyone else want to guess it?

Teddy Bear Picnic?

Stuff he knows

Stuffy Nose

Tom ate toe sand witch's

Tomato sandwiches
phone-X

Phonix?

Eye sea pen Quinn tails

Icy penguin tales

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