Marvelously treated the fancy-pants to get those off of you, but only one of few? who’s who?

I negate to name names of this Hospital/Residence spent billions? or Tired of Trillions of copper pennies in my Dad’s monetary wallet—an “Averte” Dispensary of cash, that’s, $20,000 per each month of mooching the money from “Mum ’n’ Pops” who those two a cute couple and married- ever so happily, plus with often a walk on their half mile street, which is neat—this while, being, although not joining a “Health Club” type of “Gym” where the Flip-Flops on community showers floors, the old men Chatty Cathy in the Male Locker Room, the greyed haired men scrubbing bubbles of soap—Do I like taking showers after a workout? NOPE!

But glancing away from fitness and finesse, I think of my physical training, now, and none, my muscles are only “Average at Averte” where I stay—but I digress...

What’s best for a synchronously positioned breast? one that’s a hair bigger, wouldn’t it figure, to be honed of SYMMETRY—yeah that’s the word of “The C Word” www.alwayschillen.com/thecword.htm — it’s writing maniacally about a friend named Dana who he was not at his best, getting kicked out of his house, them coarse words yelling at his Mom—I digress—once again, and I’ve had you weeping with a box of tissues, being this because the missing issues of Bitcoin Magazine and Life Extension, undelivered to me, and Carissa I see—now a part of “THIS SET-UP”—she’s so sneakily being somehow maybe, mean to me, and she’s very rarely AILING here, rearward motions of the vast Atlantic a seebreeze sneeze of them tissues- amiably complacent with their bed-side backside placement upon a shelf, but never used—yeah so what?—a J. Rag to clean it all up, the stuff for a beautiful blessing in female-form, self-absorbed perfection, hopefully coming in my direction—my E.D. needs Attention: lonely housewives, care for some kick and some D. in your equation? Stop at my station: “Google: JMRQ Heavy Industries” of Contact Info if you want to click on the Net, we’ll watch some movies known as “Flicks” on my big TV, having at one another monotonously humping when the flickered candle fastly fades—it’s Ember JUMPING ON MY BED, or send Wendy in instead, a throughoutly howling at the moon—male or female—the ’57 Chevy needs a new Tranny when I be what I can be and not to come up with lecturing upon what makes me contemplate:

What camed first, the Chicken or the Egg?

The white part of the egg—the egg albumin—pure protein to Stay LEAN come spring while when on March 20th the weekday or weekend—I want a new friend—I’ll just say it:

I want a luck-buddy, to wean!

It’s my birthday and i want 40 virgins along with some stank-ass trashy-ass WHITE “elevated class” type of ass from a hoopty who—once again—NOT A MAN!—although I once calm pleased sedated—and don’t you ever call it “Dating”—with a Jehovah’s Witness friend, I will defend him until The End of beating it off around the proverbial "bush"

Thank you Peter because you were a great friend, whilst I lived at my real “Home” in Charlton, Mass. I miss your oral contemplation IN THE PITCH BLACK DARKNESS OF NIGHT, and excuse me if you regret what happened JUST ONLY ONCE, horned Laurie G. why we haven’t talked- your oration of vocabulary I said I meant, me for marvelous cranium, NEVER IN THE BUM FOR EITHER OF US!

South Park character "Butters" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4PvTrTp7Tc