Counter to kitchens, natural gas is worse for lungs cannot handle the tap's cold water. Innate sensations drive emotional repertoires and my language fails the stiff test. Aye, mated me in three moves, that's not coming off my chest at least not before breakfast. Soiled sleep says: there's no more growth in the cards for a jack queen king aced by heat and pollution. Don't call it a thumbtack! As I've said before, the wound will be fair when it glances off the bone.