CALL THE CADDIE, I BE WHERE THE STOCKS BE, ALL MY NEW ENGLAND, AND NYC, AND NIAGARA FALLS (HI REV. ANNE SKINNER!), AND FLORIDA, I HAVE $10,000 IN TD BANK IN THOSE SEPARATE YOUR EYES ON TIFFANY’S FACES, and in-between the eyes, her LARGE… SPACES . . .
Race your time and feel so fucked, with Huck and “Pa”, his drunk father in THAT BOOK, why would I waste my time reading about Mr. Finn? As I’d rather be writing, in my right pocket, a lighter WITHOUT MMJ !!!!! AND NO CIGARETTES OR CIGARS !!!!! Thusly no longlungtime hung as a horse, and Big Bill Clittin’s “gushy woozy Pussy” inserted, a Presidential “CIGAR!” I dislike most tobacco’s and I don’t need to Whiskey Joe’s savior the Christ-kid when I’m not joshing with Elise of Lavish residuals, me motivated by a dance of back ’n’ forth motion... waves (Google) my semen in her eye, not happening!
I like longer girls in the days of yore, taking ass all-in, me humming bumming Hummer trucks betwixt the toast’s baked “CRUST” of my Funded “Trust of Jeffrey Marquis” paid for the raving ligtnnight NIN G to see, jotted keystrokes, on Pleasant Street in Worcester, MA where I hope to buy a house in the nearby Charlton Reservoir to the electricity here in this small-town around where but the place to be, a laptop along my eyes’ liners, I see, to be... before with a very beefy chest I would see one pectoral bigger than one-another, separated spaces, leaving traces of footprinted CAN-vas painted with a tan, the Melanotan II, or “MT2” that phase of darker skin I went through... girls asking me how my spick-like skin was so “Special” I said “Oh, a key to my apartment nextdoor, ask me pleasantly to sleep and a-strokin’ at my side, when I WANTED TO FIND “MY BRIDE”… but only on Facebook, I’d propose with a Married to JMRQ??? when the girls clicked “DENIED!” without the off of this “Deja Vu” mis-a-mis Mrs. Ember, to wait until Jovial November on the “2” of 2022 and coming so soon, password, “The Summer” when I want one of the mature workers to buy me a Hummer, and to see a popcorn movie-theater in the deep, deep dark, or out in one of the Missus’ cars of being “Economy” engines, splicing jeans and genes, me excited, and becoming so ELATED, much later... DogeMoon’s CASH CRATERS of Campbells soups with those fruity loops in cereal along Serial ports at the early ECM Plastics, Inc. AS/400 with my Dad’s employee, and my friend named George, his neat appearance, gladly I watched my spending of USD “Cents” in the nearly-infinite wealth of my Marquis Family (AIM: “Marquis Parents”) (AIM: Jeffrey Marquis) (AIM: Marquis Is King for my brother) the Marquis name has green-lighted my becoming the owner of “CoinDesk.com” for a night of candle-stick “trading” of money- with no Africans the Monkees on TV, the same, I had credentials for Cereal in the “Reese’s Puffs” I don’t smoke cigarettes, cigars, or ElBluntz was Granted my keys with that VR6 owned by Mikey for a short time, horsepower he desired... so a faster car he would drive, he drove, in the pool out back a REALLY, REALLY LOUD AND ACCREDITED “SPECIAL” mental-woed wonder woman, here, at Averte, she’s unable to say the “ARR”-sound and she looks like a “Special Person” CLOWN!
NOT A FUCKING THING!
Never been with a crazy girl, but that one time when a girl in a mental hopsicle I BFF’d “Juliana McDonalds Coker” to “F” her in the hallway ` ` ` because we wouldn’t be allowed to be in one another’s large bedrooms, her voice, “You came too soon!” then eating Trix the cereal... with a small plastic, colored WHITE ` ` ` a disposable soon, this Juliana McDonalds Coker, we swooned, both clear in mind and sanitary habits, the Menses stage of the color red Crimson Wave to a negroe worker/slave to save them Janitor’s paychecks, unflavored un-sugary “Chex” in the morn’ to the me forlorn with a big rod, I had her “greasy, filthy hand” in my Southern Land to be her favorite method of the proclamation, PAY YOUR TAXES!, and my brother Justin got Tazed by a cop, to mop the floors while wearing Flip-Flops to the tree-tops of the Amazonian playground to the taxpayer African-American WELFARE RECIPIENTS WHO ARE LAZY! bcoz they want to watch that rapist Bill Cosby drugging black women with Roofies, on TV... yes The Huckstables in shambles, of Stills ’n’ Nash, Cosby getting black ass, drinking wine with these poor old black women, that at least he didn’t impregnate any white women! That’s sinning! NO BLACK SPERM-CELLS HERE OR NEAR, me thankful not to know an African but one, a gargantuan, Disability, Allan Wanduga, he was so nice and we were friends, the only Black I’ve felt comfortable with — BECAUSE HE ALWAYS NEEDED A WHEELCHAIR! —
In a Handicapped “Circus” of the mopped-up sopped-up and super-sober — they would have seizures or some shit from mental-impairment offered of Tennesey with a tantrum from the Mum of one’s beloved and only Son, yeah I know that “Virgins sometimes give birth” YEAH IT’S NOT JUST JESUS CHRIST BORN OF A VIRGIN ` ` ` Google: “Virgin births” and Google: “Parthenogenesis” to take the cake of a morning Rooster with a nitrous injected BOOSTER — not CoVid-19 — a 2nd shot... I got any maybe a third Vaccine implant, my feet planted, my heart stampeded, WSU girls and boobies-out lowlife strippers, of not none, but a mere one I chose to invade, she had a Caddy Escalade, we could do it in, fo’ sho’ she told me, her older than me by a cute couple years of wearing a Protective Barrier, with a bar in the building, under the ceiling, liquor served that I GOT SOBER YEARS PRIOR, I just wanted to be with a girl (named: Tracy) that she said to me, “Get it? Like ‘Dick’ Tracy???” But I asked her if her name was spelled with a “WHY” or an I then an E, and she didn’t know, appearing in shows, onstage of 21+ age, her a Showgirl who asked for more prindle-PRICK’s of me not licking and just one kiss, this is all for used the smelly condom, I put it in my pocket, so as not to allow my Seed’s Identity to be foreseen by her boss, wearing “BUTT FLOSS” in the grand-slam and thank the dear her, a “Ma’am” and me a “John” but not on the Boulevard, never had sex in a car except when I told Justine’s parents “I want to do her in your driveway?” And they said, “Hey, I mean if you really think you both can do it in the backseat, that would be so neat, but her buns, they’re more fun, IN A BED? RIGHT?” That was said by them, but seeing was at that I’ve never gotten a TV at “BJ’s” transvestites I read about in a book that was one of Chuck Palahniuk’s favorite books, I read it and me now forgetting the name, I felt no shame fitting it in, after fitting in the back-seat with my producted protruding, my spern in a condominium and feeding that fishy-taste... ask me about my “Aquariums” of Beta Fish that sort of stunk, not living long, but Justine introduced me to Beta Fish, to the Max, I had no panic attacks, then or even now, I ask how come I can’t have more than 2 Xanax? And the bloated ’n’ floated flaps of the Very Attractive and Invigorating Vivarious weakness of me to... I do it to myself only at night, when they can’t see me, sitting on my coin-bought Couch — it a love-seat — where I “beat” my proverbial “Meat” much larger than before, grown once with IGF-1 LR3 — and not “Directly” sticking the pin... you know, “IN” to a kielbasa envied by S. Sage, who wrote down my plate of my car... but I never heard from the Police, cops covered in licorice rights of carrying a pistol, “PISSED I WILL” well then to smell the crocket POT of a TEA-SET inquiry, as per the efficiency of my provocative proclivity my obligation to frown upon Trump’s “Insurrection” and a man with a big neck tattoo, you’ve seen him too, on the TV glass... that on Facebook I WAS HARASSED! A DRAGGED DARK “NEGROE” “SPICK” type ‘o’ gal when I BETTER CALL SAUL! I saw on Breaking Bad, expanding my expensive expenses to put my Blu-ray Disc collection for inspection in my Charlton, MA (66 Lincoln Point Road) where my parents are winning with my advice, not once, not twice, but THRICE, me telling them, put down that pen, and discontinue drinking wine and beer — I got SOBER 2016 when they loved me for no longer getting drunk, that I was so pathetic, when I would sneak in “Nips” of 100 proof vodka, in my pockets, they ended up searching and catching me sometimes, my Mom would drink 1 measly glass of wine, or occasionally 2 glasses, my double double vision. vision. and the alcohol, my quitting was an effort-full LONG HAUL, that I’m now hailed by my ‘rents, threatening to take my Subaru — I told them I would rent a car ` ` ` A U-HAUL !!!!! It’s no joke, and I’m not kidding you, that sometimes they wouldn’t let me drive out to town, as my drinking a beer at a restaurant and buying 3 more beers only to drink at night in my bed, not penning notes or pecking keys, in my bed with my 3 ultra light beers I would be...
I am not proud of my previous drinking alcohol of all types, me typing this and talking about my passttime habit of drinking beer along the lazy days after my TBI “Recovery”
But I’ve shared my shallow swallows (I watch LANASWALLOWS on my screen!) of gum chewing quitting smoke-ing those big cigarettes — that cigarettes should be much shorter, living a lifetime of sucking signature cigarette butts, my previous crutch, in 2013-2015, clutching the drags of Dragon’s flames in short cylinders packed of dried “Chaw” I saw that no mo’ with my Dad’s help, him pinching my bellyful — I was a heavy eater and bad-drinker hook-line-and-sinker, my saliva, it was a real stinker, so my Mom always said “Go brush your teeth!” And the liquor of Michelob ULTRA’s was bequeathed, into the sink, at the top of the step-by-step’s that I NEVER FELL DOWN THE STAIRS, EVER!
So at least my post-TBI didn’t cause me injuries, but my Dad pinched me and would punch me if I fell down arms drawn- me being drunk and losing my balance (I have a $,$$$,$$$ “Balance” in my TD Banks, my parents and Cousin Dan to THANK! THANK YOU NICE PEOPLE WHO’VE HELPED ME, now trotting in my hooves on a page, and I have a Hoover vacuum that I’ve never stuck my big “Unit” into like when I was a young boy and I told my Mom, who told my Dad, when they were telling me “Don’t do that again because it might be bad!” and I went to bed instead, that I had a couple pages torn from Playboy’s I’d rip out the pages, me viewing my Vices, named naked girls on Playboy (not Penthouse or Club...) just big boobies and “Rubies” for me to see, dripping my saliva, as those beautiful girls—with them, I wanted to be...
HAVING SEX WITH AGES 20’s to 30’s FEMALES!
My sperms spilled, they AILED!
But that pales in commencement of my delight, a night “Topped Off” by Righty-Tighty and never my neighbor Lucy... although her Daughter Lisa S. She showed me her new breasts that were expanded...
Google: “Houston 500” or "sex 500 guys lol"
Houston, we have landed...
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