we couldn'a been more happier if we'n a raised a load a pigletts. that's how taosty it was livin' out there in the woods with all the varmits and such...course I didn't know that GeeHyma was his mudder that he was not een equipped to take his own peeds brake...not that it was anything but silly how that rhetoric flowed out of his mouth like a chopped up dog he wasn't too tasty there but spoke more sillily than a person could oughta and that was a fact that did bear some mention...that he would go on and on about how posessive the mechanic was at a party squeezin' on the party doll as though he might wanna brake her and wouldn't that be something...well anyway...I could get an advance on last weeks pay if I were interested but then again all we do around here is pay bills and blow snot in old mechanic rags that'd been washed with every bit a dishes in the kidchen.. isn't that funny
meanwhile...times a wastin and such is life and stuff, consider this a eulogy to my colleague Ted who lives under the bridge with the resta da trolls now and isn't going to show up to pick up a pizza from Linda anymore...all them pitchers she said was here and all that time workin' for the man that stuff she claims her own even now...ya believe it??
like when I was sittin' in the hottube with bigben chiasson and watching the skin float by we talked like we was knowledgeable about stuff and maybe we was but there it was goin' and gone and fixed and broken and sludged up like it was a polish sausage market and we were the ordinary options...kinda Humble that...don't know as I can understand how it would be good ol Hammmill at the donut day, isn't it??
far as I'm concerned that ain't an optin and so be it...writin' ios a good enough thing if one's inspired to do just that course we ain't all victorious in our wants but know now that the cow chews a cud and friends of a feather leave sticks of incense when they playin'
like how nightmarish is the exposure rate for being in the same room with a staggers of donkeys
you just never know when they gonna laty loose with a poke in the eye, right???everytime you come home they gotta leak the roof, degutter the eves fiddle rightly so fiddle with the leg tricks and yep, confiscate ebri darn one of dem kids at criss mass (obstensibly removed and don't be silly)
hafta think that if one guy kisses and tells that his new woman charged him forty bucks for a warm house he was flying in the donut machine up to turkey land for a bismarck with a halfrack of sasquatch refuse..
anyway... that was the name a tha game and what in it...
meanwhile...times a wastin and such is life and stuff, consider this a eulogy to my colleague Ted who lives under the bridge with the resta da trolls now and isn't going to show up to pick up a pizza from Linda anymore...all them pitchers she said was here and all that time workin' for the man that stuff she claims her own even now...ya believe it??
like when I was sittin' in the hottube with bigben chiasson and watching the skin float by we talked like we was knowledgeable about stuff and maybe we was but there it was goin' and gone and fixed and broken and sludged up like it was a polish sausage market and we were the ordinary options...kinda Humble that...don't know as I can understand how it would be good ol Hammmill at the donut day, isn't it??
far as I'm concerned that ain't an optin and so be it...writin' ios a good enough thing if one's inspired to do just that course we ain't all victorious in our wants but know now that the cow chews a cud and friends of a feather leave sticks of incense when they playin'
like how nightmarish is the exposure rate for being in the same room with a staggers of donkeys
you just never know when they gonna laty loose with a poke in the eye, right???everytime you come home they gotta leak the roof, degutter the eves fiddle rightly so fiddle with the leg tricks and yep, confiscate ebri darn one of dem kids at criss mass (obstensibly removed and don't be silly)
hafta think that if one guy kisses and tells that his new woman charged him forty bucks for a warm house he was flying in the donut machine up to turkey land for a bismarck with a halfrack of sasquatch refuse..
anyway... that was the name a tha game and what in it...
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