Tuesday Bluesday making the most of the month of May but not today—Thanksgiving Day, oh yay !!!

So albeit coming a long time away, let me say that my screen is clean, and my Facebook text is grey, from the factory and set, like that, Life for Lingual couples of romance, eloping—them hoping, filled with excitement—cummerbund dreaming and seeding while blisters and bleeding, similar to a leaky gauge of swimming semen—down the Septic seeking $CAKE (Bruce F.) when what southern trolly rolls on its wheels, spilled and sipping and seeking the Rail Masters advice, but not for a wife, being instead bringing bountiful pleasantries, of all one’s... Fantasize them thighs of “Quadriceps” doing the Dougie and lifting weights with arms, then onto some so-tough (EXHAUSTING!) being one bending for SQUATS with a kettle and sporting a bold baggie de la “Pot”—I’m smoking the not too hot flames of this lighter, pulling an all-nighter in the offices work—office employees TWERK