When I go the market I look for fresh produce be it vegetables, fruits or, je! beer.
Yet the brits somehow have a weird and twisted meaning to it that just baffles the living daylights out of my Xicano skull.
Israel in fresh Lebanon strikes
Fresh fighting on Lebanon border
Fresh Lebanon bombing kills three
Dozens die in fresh Lebanon raids
E-u.
From now on we just look for produce.
On other unrelated scenarios of the anima kind:
I got to thinking if the Generals ’round the planet didn’t wish the good ’ol days before internet were back in vogue.
Jíjole, am sure more than one is whishing it could work in peace.
Después del todo, speculation hasn’t had brisky business since, well, newspapers came up with the idea that reporting on the elites was good business.
Generals ’round the world are set against a magnifying glass which scrutinizes their every move for, dios mio! profit.
Place your bets on the odds.
More and more businesses across the world speculate on conflicts and how generals will react.
Poor souls, can’t do their jobs in peace and quiet anymore.