Imbibe the exclamation and pointing Peter of Northern America! GO USA #1

Upon a smoker leaning on a tree—consult the 18 and older habit—Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” made into thrilling movies, alwayschillen about the Apartment here, free of beer and they don’t allow recreational chems, there used to be a resident in Depends boxers—of the occasional dental flossing of my Peroxide stained teeth, now getting veneers sometime soon—once my Wisdom’s are pulled out overnight proceed-ure in a real hospital, eventually giving my teeth freedom of crowding in my mouth, what about, say, veneers made of Ivory, white and clean, for all to see, begging on their knees, the needs of those who heed the warning or of global WARMing when the seeds of Planet URF’s recourse as a-standing loudly with Colonel Sanders of KFC—the chickens and BBQ sausages on the list to enliven thee, poetry/prose of the Pottery on one’s shelves above, like I ordered a VIVEK 2024 “Platinum” card with a minimal donation—friends with “Crypto” like me and my circle-side jerks here who they work a bit, can’t be too busy—I’ve never been a bus-boy—but Peter S. takes the bus without a fuss, and posting photos of his meals cooked and cooled and “plated” so nicely—Peter L Sargent—you’re okay with me and sorry about Laurie, she wasn’t there, but getting her on the phone at TSP

She didn’t panic and she assured me she would reverse the spurn burst of gay faggotry when Peter S. and I so pleasantly, to be, together we — THAT WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY TO ALL BUT LAURIE and me !!!!!

Then months later in a limousine my tendency of stability—my balance?—there was nothing financial about our 20 minutes of pairing and she had word from her husband, that it was okay to leisure me oh PLEASE the splendidly insummation of Sunday Service Rev. Jim Chase and Grammy, they look over me to cut out that gay shit, and that the once with a Jehovah’s Witness former-friend will be it- as I see FIT !!!!!

There was no “Crock of ‘IT’” and no inter-segregation!

Finishing candidly and one’s own handidly, do- that it was through and through never again to do, what we did, and then dining at The Sole Proprietor, liquid Squid’s Ink on Alaskan fish filets, the Sole Proprietor, never leaving me to be- with any dismay—I would leave $20 tips on $30 bills, and Bill’s birds photography—what a special man he’s turned out to be, all from a newly employed employee at my Dad’s company!