Sitting in the shower-side and so fancy fine, found out about a healthy quotient of Neutrogena ASTRINGENT (strict valued “Gender” one or the other) according to Biological Genes”—the straddled and stuffed and puffing that unbeknownst to a HECK named Larry, and biting his nails because his back is so hairy and that’s scary, Like maybe 1 or 2 or 3 in what but others are a sum of who? Maybe a couple or some, or maybe a few, of that same old refrain and abstain the dance of the devices “sugar” booger hoodlum knows what goes—and come to the do and that little bit of not to Wake and “Bake”—per say but to much the flakes of frost called up quick, the Fruity Loops subsided, so bring out the Frosted Flakes, as delicious as $CAKE—you know, like “A Baker’s Dozen” being some-odd twelve eggs in a carton—known well and done to smithe the cigarettes in dark and grimly grimy smoke-shack kind of *PANKY WANKY* thanks to me and the Dr. Rothman I have no full-on PANIC ATTACKS!
Are you defended from the fright of a very bright light hitting you up-side the head like a crash in a car—REAR ENDED!
Once of Onyx cometh the splendor Saint Petersburg and cease, ex-nay the burger grease, thatta way, thatta boy, now be like your Daddy and give the STEP-MOM something sultry and buttery Like Lobster liquid in your navel—piercing Cracker Barrel restaurant, alas to pass the salt on sale at Zales, next-door to the Asian boys and girls—they’re painting nails and drilling them, trilling them, thrilling the wondrous window-shoppers SET AND FREE, and rapping along, ask “FIFTY”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFLow5StvvU
