He that lives upon hope will die farting. — Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
He that lives upon hope will die farting. — Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
He that lives upon hope will die farting. — Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
He that lives upon hope will die farting. — Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
He that lives upon hope will die farting. — Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
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He that lives upon hope will die farting.

— Benjamin Franklin, Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School
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