My parents are selling my car I haven't used in some several years, so me hoping to have thousands I can buy bits of Bitcoin on PayPal lol

Far Beyond, King takes Pawn

And belong in the crevice of a long way to drift the Coca-Cola of my choosing the Bev. coke-zero with my cereal, of Lucy Charms and Charlemagne sans bits of biting pain out the ear, ouchie do, and you too, you are due for a return of a rental—I’m non-parental at 41 and not going to provide for a Brisket of Bride, the man-made meat with a Wifey to meet ’n’ greet—on the street—her a Herman Walker—albeit to falter—falling and tripping on a branch, the salad dressing, oh Ranch of course like the popular Doritos innovation of a blue-labeled flavor, “Cool Ranch” in a cinch to take a three inch chip and a sip ‘o’ Diet Dew, yeah I’m cool couch-side keyboard cowboy wrangling a Gator like a Princess (GATOR’S PRINCESS) of E. and a singer named “Sia” with an utmost high-pitch notes and laying waste to the Immigrants racing across the border—talk about DIS-order among Texans and Trump saying, “[ The Mexicans ] They’re criminals. They’re rapists.” In the words of FMR President Trump.

Did I tell you how I was in contact a few times with the MyPillow guy?

In 2005/2006 I knew Mike Lindell. I got him to stop doing drugs for a short time and to cut down on drinking—like I really cared for him, seriously, as I want to say, I as in ME, for one... I give an ‘F’ !!!!!

I scored 0% on my mid-term exam for Health I, which I was ace’ing and I did it to make a point, that my recovery wouldn’t be “MID” anything like Mid-Way I wanted a full recovery and then Mrs. Waskevich told the University higher-up’s about my beliefs that I was an “A” student always scoring “A’s” and 90’s to 100%’s on quizzes and early-on Tests, I had fun in the class, but a ways into the class I pissed my khaki’s in front of the class—teacher said I had to do the Presentation or I’d fail, and me standing there wearing tan khaki’s I had to go pee, and amidst my toil and groaning, I urinated standing in front of the class, some laughing, I took it in stride and the teacher, Mrs. Waskevich, “She yelled: RUN TO THE BATHROOM!

But it was too late and my Dad picked me up at the school, WSU, on Chandler St. of Woo State! It was sorta cool, seeing so many smiles and stifled "hehehe's" all me!