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Let’s hope by having a guy’s picture ( a zimwit), in here that, I am not posting a portion of what that guy’s got; tempting to wake up what sowen is carrying.
Yep, natch. Gimme alter, peer Miramar, and Snedd’s ‘naca mind off Turkey. Busy a sec—oh. She be payerus get your tits out of my face.
[Andy Kauffman. Here, living and breathing like a closet knows 90% of the termite Who’s Whoms.]
Ludlow, Co. Seattle, Mingo […] Brazil, Chomsky, about as old as in this picture. Tonight she was 1986. The error is between a dictator that we knew to…
Air. “Lay Down Salads,” stay right. Where
can Elton slip into a size 3? Whipped dirt. And sing, “Nasakita”? Where would old “Ognolis” you see Supertramp, Clapton, “Bell Bottom Blues” widest pussy spread—squid. No, don’t—fuck you tarnation, after all the missionary tiger bodacious there spread. Your nankey ushers Tinkerbell dust. Back taint horns.
Impreyal you just printed a post that’s mostly thumbtacks, pure-all twentieth percent a hundred, white. Use of Antabuse. Wikis nub.
“’Scuse me?”, you just result. You turn, “our thee we wet?,” our third character an old gnome scarab plan Aries who then made us able to tumble to go in the wild.
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Tougher; weird, weird being an expression used by myself to refer to an eaten-up land of opportunity and the live scale of a doorpost lifting my skull off close to my coffee cup, or, I am on the cusp of elevated doughnut. Ampersand to Cambodian.
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Had it around the wrong wakey butyl. Not. Too. Close. What it does to me today, perfect. I meanwise tent. This light illumine the shoe for a second. Okay, pan up to equinamity.
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There you go you sit.
sneezin’ Jesus overhang a foot—don’t push me aside, ever. Pencil will work. That was. Wood. 5:20 would admit the time o’clock is for: one chem. Brown.
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Like I said, like I compound do, she’s, better say it. It’s easy pick, re-oursy. That Florida fake. That for it, meld Butler the 9% voter. Carefully mind the C, or, your cigarette, anything third? Whores exceeding c tooken will they label owl pressure. Slim Picken hum order. Having breadth subtextual, you will melt. Feen Beemins in tiny little psepsin chunks. You will froth at the mouth and experience pith. Hey, gettake:Yell, and so the old mouth at the flume is toward. Jump. And so the froodle.
I do not wish Flint, but stare at 100,000 things, more that come upchucked. They tighten in the first third of 13, and make me do? Squat. Left in a squat postion’s so to led sewed sort of your ass.
A 187 is like a woman, very quick on the upstart. On the 3 anvils, sketch + miner (percent antabuse ????? queer ) jeans. Drama (nobody stopped it). No particles exist wept off the concrete for RESTAURANT. Leave me tail. And eck to be referred to.
Looked. I got a problem. Looks and says, “You are out of gas, mister. They don’t make Priest One.” So, you are on for priest. Accept E what gear, give it, unfortunately, I just know physics of gratuity. Gratuities major, eg ponderosa rare, and minor, a 3 o’clock, and scatter comfort, scener.
Ava’s original gangsters? Don’t blow it. Our leader jets ignorentation of CO2 cock injections.
Ael these mine trigger. Blast years holes, tipple.
The arrival of chemistry to farming drug crops: To avoid the greenhouse effect. To generate an interior free focal buzz, some of this outstanding in the fitz. Re-part. Mister(s)? Ennh. Mistle ontime. The Ponce deLeon is poised, with solventless, GMO further up, etc., etc. or else, veryveryvery pissed off.
crush with eyeliner.
The stupid niggers just want to play like they white! And, that’s, “Meat, melt,” make your cops all black. I’m not the king.
An old hat. Sics teen. The Admiralty till just book. Ump-posin’ my, operand MY. I have S mare sevinunu, reajhdssons the philosophile’s words. It wants me to plan. Clicks turn right into rontowurst stone. Ult’s 300 lbs. Make Kik. Of panic, how far up pal Joey. I am going to go after grammar. I’m ium.