I have a Traumatic Brain Injury and broken hip from what my enemies did to me in 2004 and my recovery fell a bit short... =(

From where comes the Hollywood Hottie but in a police sketch, that wretch with what Welch’s jelly of belches by the pooches and feline tails, and a sling blade to be buttered on toast at the utmost popularity of The Comedy Central indicator of a Dick and Tater’s Baba Boobs’ the makers—of comedy—the “ROAST” to see as such which to the utmost highest Queenie weenie hot dog buns for you and I my hunny bun of blonde hair without a care—without a car—a vehicle with highest colost-Tommy Hilfiger brandishes upon wardrobes being what but WIDE—to take with a LIVESTRONG “Stride” with a beautiful bride drinking Tide’s Capri Sun in the Tropical Island of Corona and the expansive (and expensive...) with RAW OIL — (expansive...)

Kevin Federline, what happened to him?

And what’s up with Britney, as a smitten kitten in the kitchen catches a nookie and a cookie...

And oh to be what wondered wonders so wondrously these fingers tapping, that is,  at “these keys” to be hot and trot while finishing fishing for Trinket tinglers of T., but without a spliff or a Jolt that is a “Cola”

When my “Health Proxy” Mom and Dad visit me a grande total of 3.5 hours away, which I can’t possibly sustain the horrible terrible and awful treatment the staff is “BRIBED” and they’re mad I’ve become so wealthy and healthy with NO BEER FOR MANY YEARS! I think they are going to FRAME...