SOBER 2016! with NO SIPS IN 2+ YEARS!

In 1992, Tish gave birth to her third child, Miley Cyrus (born Destiny Hope Cyrus), with Billy Ray Cyrus.

Live to lick and loving 5Mannie-Tranny stick to shift pre-TBI, pre-injury when my left leg — now Disabled — it would click the kill switch on the clutch and pressing the pedal on the patio for furniture and no furnaces or stoves, tho those have to go, they had to go, come playing in the snowfall during winters and woodies can give you slivers, shivery surely and surprisingly, this doesn’t daze me to the end, like how when I lived in Oxford I would drink at the bar across the street “Days” or “Day’s End” in might much time I would drink drinking until the end of the midnight as it was time to take a retreat and my bed I would meet and green-light to off to sleep, so soundly but snoring, with no ZMA my dreams are sort of boring, with no single dream of wetness, when my dreams and no-zits and I sit on Santa’s lap to wish the fortune’ for X-Mas Mornin’

The loot comes by a wise and swinging swindle, to blow out a candle, “jmarquis710” is my handle, at any angle of the proverbial Stow-aways in SHIP’s (State Head Injury Program, my TBI) with Salmon Rushing lost an eye, my TBL www.wrxtbi.com

To thrill the door-knob with a drill, to drive, showing such Manly “Drive” that in the nude-girl videos I thrive with the girls shopping at a “Thrift” sto’- for more of what I implore the facial experienced expressions of fumes, at the gas station to be a  so tempting with the temperate atmosphere floating around us, drifting along the Camisole (thesole.com) Capri’s but to think-  what Comes?

Klingons to cling on to LIVESTRONG with a hard-on and a tampon and a sky blue day-  and to say Hey on Saturday a Sunny Day, so “HEY READERS!” And in my Missus May carrying a hospital tray of chicken and mashed potatoes, that this she knows: the patients and their patience, waiting in line and breathing fine, when just then, the Mother Hen nurse lets out a cursed fragment of sewn-in fabric, “The Nation of Islam” it’s patented- talking “Allah”  this and that with a black top-hat, and to top that, she’s Chinese, and the Corona disease... my vaccine it’s been seen a total of 3 times with me just fine, with a good haircut and admiring a woman’s butt being her bottom, with socks worn, knee-highs and I’m not fraught with the smoker-of-marijuana affliction, with the dereliction of at the discredited and discrete — gas stations don’t sell it anymore — The Hustler and “BoA balance buster” — to muster the chiming of dainty pussy WRITING, THIS ALL AT NIGHT  -ING !

Creme brûlée or snacking on the jiggers of conversations, jumbled, Michelle Munt and her “jumbledbrain.com” my friend across the see,

to the sea, the Atlantic Ocean (America #1) where I hope to be... with a stay at The Moonstruck, my family Ford Explorer was a great Truck

in the 1990s! Yes, an SUV where the 5 passengers will be, and 4WD for winter of months I have a Sirius Satellite radio with Swaggy Sie

But then, there’s ever even more to rock the insider occupant of course wearing pants — to where, to now and how?, to not read the Jesus

text, as “Parthenogenesis” has rocked my land, in Israel being with all of the sand — The Sandbox “crypto-currency” I predicted it with Squints 

or “The Sandlot” I forget which, but I invested in both of them, so as not to switch, reading the words and me not absurd about the stream laden 

Trout of the forest fishes, obey my wishes — for a Bitcoin dream, with profits obscene and yet to be seen — come 2023!