HOW THE PATIENT DOG NO LONGER EATS THE FATTEST BONE, BUT CRUMBS

The story of all of you by tortoise appears more bearing than ever; we've got multiple tortoise or tortoises bearing our names and while we wait for the unknown, lets stop here.....emancipate yourself, and tell a beautiful tale to your progeny, spit those lines of how life isn't sucked but "punked".. lets throw back to the reality of the unknown, lets take you back memory lane, to those days when we'll gladly sit to be fed with stories of tortoises' mischief and those epic tales by the moonlight.
do you know those stories and tales were propeller of our own stories? like our own stories bout the journey through life and of life. we were subconsciously educated about today, and if you were patient enough to hold still your pen, then you would have written down those with characteristics from the stories told. yeah stories of how this life is a bi*ch and there are no vir*gins cos we all have been f*cked by life one way or the other