I invested a bunch of money into $DOGE in 2013 or 2014 that Elon Musk my best friend, he told me "I can be your best friend every day if you want!" $DOGE the Coin!

Craving and Caves of MANNING IT to making it rain, and to disdain? I feel NO PAIN, of kettled eggs backing banking backed-up and thanking the French Ancestry—being of me and mine—I thank my “Marquis” Dad and his older Sister by less than a lifetime of her not drinking any wine—GOD BLESS HER—totally Sober, like me, and my Dad who very, very RARELY he gobbles a glass of pale ale—that he nulls the “a buzz”—while this I used to gulp down beers, with my parents there’ly knowing I was only hoping and ensuing for a HARDCORE “HIGH” of night after night, gulping the Brew-s... but come 2016 my time with all alcohols was thru-and-through with me FULLY SOBER like a brand-new person, when, my parents were being so happy with me not getting drunk—who’d have thunk and thought—I’d overcome the evil pathetic Grandpa glum drinking more than some and smoking a shit-load of cigarettes... but months after I quit all drinking, my parents we were thinking, “He needs something ELSE, for disposition—a newfound “POT-ion” and receiving the Accreditation of an a MMJ “Doc” writing me an approval, for only me, not my parents who they would never get high—oh me, and oh MY—my stash was after being aft to getting stoned—this my 2015-on pride to privately ingest the CBD “oils” of wells and walls to the halls with me sans-“balls” to be squeezed, by the Misses—given the scrotal kisses on her knees with her own ice-cream lick and tits ticking—her LIKING IT with the squishy salted Peanuts of Planters with the on-season harvest of putting on “combat gear” CAN YOU DIG IT??? Organs of CAN YOU HEAR?

I invested in John Deere, because of John D.D. I’m told not to mention my one night of homo and sexy bodily-invasion of where my spirited sprites in December 2001/2002, the when I WAS USED A-NAD “STICKED” no shining Sun of bruises with me having been physically abused with severe pain to my tests (in school at Saint John’s) and him full-handed my Testes I was into shaving, me being a man-  that John the older heavy jerk, he was to jerk a twerking fashion of me wearing FCUK so I thought it was a preparation to be of the Nation on my favorite radio station and JAM’N he urged the hip-hop to make me a sweet sugar-pie to be PURED SUGAR UPON, post surgery in 2004, to drip to the Rip- taking the Dogecoin for 1 mile walks one time or being two times a day, taking her to the street at the edge of the driveway—and I would say to the pet doggie, “Okay Rip-ley now you go PEE!”

2002-2013 Ripley