basal metabolic rate, a toilet plunger's fate, the infant mortality rate, the schizophrenic hallucinogenic psychological state of Robert fucking Deniro having sex with a dozen rubber chickens on a styrofoam plate... What now, biatch?
happily rate a large mammal's fate can't find the debate, losing my trait, have no estate, lost my date to a gate with a plate for a mate with a large hate for modern debate about the state of the eco-wind-plate needing some great genius to make a slate for the ozone called kate, it's all up to fate.