Look to your left and cry for 57 seconds

Whence thy bird of summer retreat to his abode clad in dew laden grass, swift and ominous breezes wilst then blow. Boink! Proper shade and miracle grow and your Iphone will be fine. Without these fine amenities the Iphone will most predictably urinate in its own pants, and cry out, "Mommmmyyy!!" . Wedding day : March 30th. May we all raise our hands and spin violently in circles, trusting that Greta Van Susteren will some day resurrect the Ideals held by those of the 15th century colonists aboard the Pinta and NiÑa. Null and void? Null and void. Pop in that old and crusty altoid.