general grievous dab

I am the general grievous dab. I dab too much, but I don’t dab at all. I dab when I need it to be dabbed. I dab when I am feeling extra generous and want to reward myself. I dab while I am on a mission. I dab while I am in the wilderness. I dab when I am on vacation. I dab when I have a strong craving for something. I dab when I feel like I have too much time on my hands.

I dab like a very important person, and sometimes I dab when I am with him. And I dab when I am alone. I dab whenever I want to. I dab when I need a good cry, and I dab when I need to feel a bit less sad. I dab when I want to have a better understanding of my own self-awareness. I dab when I need to feel a little bit more in control.

When I dab, I dab because I dab because I dab because I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty.

I dab. I dab. I dab. I dab. I dab. I dab because I dab because I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty.

In the last couple of months, I have noticed a growing trend in my dabbing. When I dab, I dab because I dab because I dab because I dab because it’s good to dab. I dab because I dab because I dab because I dab because it’s good to dab. I dab because the world is sometimes not so pretty. And I dab.

At first I thought this was some sort of strange, odd, and downright weird adductive verb. And yes, I dab because I dab because I dab because I dab because I dab because its good to dab. I dab because its good to dab because the world is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty.

I dab, it seems, because it’s good to dab. And because its good to dab. And because its good to dab. And because its good to dab. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty. I dab because life is sometimes not so pretty.

There is just something about dabbing that makes it seem like every action becomes a dab, a dab, a dab. It’s like the way the word dabbing is used to mean, “to do something that you might regret later.

Dabbing is like a word in the dictionary, a verb that means to do something that makes you feel bad. I think about dabbing often because every action always feels bad in some way, whether that feeling is a wave of guilt or a wave of relief that comes with the action.

It’s the same thing with painting. Every action that we do becomes a dab, a dab, a dab. In fact, it’s only dabbing that we make anything worthwhile. I can’t get a painting done without dabbing, and it’s just that we dab every time we do it. We dab every time we paint. Every time we paint the window frames, we dab. Every time we paint the ceiling.