What is a Tomhardy drilled-in Canker-sore so swollen, the gushing blood is stolen, albeit from an “Internal” vein, of massive mouth pain, making love to the swishy-squishy feeling of a massive cut, maybe on your finger with a steak-knife oopsie, the opposite of a proposed proposal plan for a mayday Marriage if the kind of kin who make you want to drive a heavy drinker home before he or she gets nodded off at the neighborhood Applebee’s, Jay-Z singing aloud, and for a mighty crowd, those passing by are the passenger’s-bye on a Delta-8 or Delta-10 astral plane smoking the MMJ that’s mostly legal, I would love a gal, to make romance with her my sweetie sweet-stuff, with her tied up in ‘cuffs, chained in her cage, and I’m particular about age, at least 18, like Justine, she was my QUEEN, naughty antics, totally obscene, but by my eyes only, not Tony!

That impotent TBI fat fuck didn’t stand a chance, throwing up liquor when he slept over her house, after her parents convinced me to stop drinking all alcohol.