Nearest negroes and Quiet queers, they're no match for my John Deere's! ㋡

How and albeit the weather, storming, that those forlorn’ing are Collegiate (WSU) classes mating with the inept who’re bereft of great grades of me, as I, having dated a Ph. D. professor with a long while of kissing and heavy petting, but with no digits INSERTED to we exchanged phone numbers—then later waking her up—I told her to subscribe to the W. Streets Journals of me having said, “I’ll pay the bill.” I will order it at while while William Mahoney my financial Manager, of like Jesus Christ, born in a Manger, thirstily singing and banging the pots ’n’ pans with what but a livelong, LIVESTRONG — a couple days ago I took my yellow bracelets off — Hassle to “The Hoff” with hooves and a Hoover, said, “whoa” it’s Joe Blow and the candles on the cake to go OUT and side of nearly “outside” with my John Deere stocks amounting to a little baby deere sipping water from a Stanley Steamers crochet and croquet Tour’ney to heed the heavily hefty heathens and/or to implore the loving of Heather’s head the brownish hair—I care about the tally whacked at a party with Grey Goose I’m SOBER 2016+ no sips in a few years, hear! hear! that means no sips in a few years, yeah been years since I’ve talked about a “buzz” or bust a negroe who relishes in the well-fair, but only a little, that I support healthy food for healthy people slimming down with exercise, showing some saline in the eyes, my vision with glasses and double double vision. vision.

Arisen, the Christ Figure, I know about “Parthenogenesis” before and after Jesus—I don’t believe in miracles, and Jesus, well:  I believe in God (but not a simple human being “God”) J.C. was a fraud—many women have become mothers without any of a man’s umm, come?

Can I freely voice these things I care, I do, really about the Misses...

I’ll get them next time! 👻