Harlem moving its place spontaneously, albeit all the time—I was glad Obama was the First Black President!

Hear hear righty rightly so right here where a lotta love in my heart, it goes to my love of thinking about a girl’s slang “Box” you readers eating Guacamole with Frito’s chips—the “Scoops”—emancipated Southside Southern bed-laden “Comforter” when keeping one warm ’n’ snuggly, some smothered by a mother Queen Bee reproducing in harmony, where I be—albeit and without having eaten a trout typed type of fish—douched $PUSSY I more than sniff—Justine was and is clean, to this day, having bored with her, her Mom in the shower, when we were covered in formed “Chlorine”—after swimming, well I was winning her heart of overly appreciation, her booty bulbous bouncing, shaped shampoo encroaching that shaved naughty spot, I alternated, enough to say, “Our aim was purely pleasure!” NOT MATING! but so-and-so sorta these type of deal, when I really REELED her in!

:^D

It’s really good for my business: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” speaking of me a Smiley Miley of the Cyrus descent more than decent her decades old—I NEVER SAW THAT “HANNA MONTANA” SHOW ON TELEVISION, as per my discretion of knowing I should be with girls only a measly Touch Tramp younger than me at 42 years old, now, digging sensual singing right now—not bad at all and curious of age—saddened when I see a girl not old enough to be my “Housewife” really, or maybe a S. Slave in my MAN-cave of enclave- keeping the Teens out of speech and out of mine own mind, seeking slender 30-something’s lack of wrinkled skin, my choice to have the super-tastic “superiority” in accredited WISDOM, watching the Dow of Stocks and Markets being “Baskets” with balls shot at the rim *rimshot* coming up short of a 3-ways to the pointer to announce the anointment of a surgery (TRANNY NOT ME!) and the Mother To-Be with what’s been had in a baggie, Dealt, all up-so haggardly harassed to sit at the helm of Captain’s ship when the Guac. is fun to “The Dip” buy then sell later and profit so profit, Jesus “A Prophet” accord coming through The Qur’an out-of-body standing solidly but sordid when I’m alone with my screen on brattymilf, I know it, having spent my cash on treating a donkey a carrot, so “Care” for my “Meta” FB posts when I post on my dot-com’s instead of this Social Media and my delectable diarrhea stinky, with one pinky, on a luscious hottie—coming up, once again, SPONTANEOUSLY—loving the lovely lady lumps 24/7 when the rabbit eating carrots, in the hamper, a happy hamster named “Hampy” of mine growing up, the sodden wood-chips and sawdust urinated upon, little Hampy, my Mom would clean the cage of plastics and polymers—like ECM Plastics, Inc.—c’mon now jump in the water with metal chains to solder—there Soldier playing Solitaire freely with a “Full House” on TV the little Olsen twins—I liked “Stephanie” on the show, a year or so younger than I — why do I waste my time with what thoughts of how GH took decades off my appearance? — I can’t help buying but the bountiful mistreaded 4x4 Michelin’s on all four corners—viligantly—so soft, so to as me to be, but what?

This intrinsical typing of tainted thoughts so scandalous—what has become of The President—what have ye? Yeah appraise the acclaimed Donald and Arnold—both of them tough with big skulls—and aging pleasantly—one Pres. and one Gov.—acclaimed? BE-IST GOD ABOVE!

Justine would wash her face and body with Dove—I lathered the wet boobs, for them two, the Mom takes the $CAKE of Bruce Fenton my old friend (https://twitter.com/brucefenton/status/1293959332510470145)—he ran for Senator of New Hampshire, who I sent $500 in $Bitcoin months ago, long ago, and I receive messages from him still...

*CHEER*... as it’s been a bunch of years for me without a single sip of beer!