Monday, September 10, 2018

Heels up girls do a little twisty jump in the air for your man in shoe lifts- so you have to JUMP! in order to give that fat sack of shhhh this is the part where your woman has created some Broccoli Alfredo and you have to excuse yourself and untighten your belt for when you sit, you big beluga whale who's all lazy but bringing home the paychecks almost as if this blimp whose HydroxyCut hopes have withered since 2006 or so with deafening flatulence as per the Five Guys: Burgers and Fries... with a bag of plain Lay's potato chips that get your fingers all greasy and smothered in sebum from the freshly popped big zits you had to EXTERMINATE THEM this morning after you smelled the pretty roses, who said to you in a solid scream: On the third day He rose and boy 'o' boy that Nicole Ross (my doc) should have accepted my LinkedIn request and I would have proposed with a purpose and a Trump populists like me hoping for some firepower to ensue so the-many will endure this bullshit MENTAL-HOSPITAL shit where my bitch Mother and her brother that bald smoker with weak lungs will be silenced for all eternity... they can't make-up-to-me my TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY And you think, wow it was 14 years ago hmmm maybe his friends and relatives DID "set him up" with a "police plan I'm waiting for shit to blow up as I don't want to be a father My sperm got into the hands of my-enemies in a vial !!!