Pinhole in the Pinwheel with 6” heels, her Mother wore, and my girl, she had “Flats” to tickle her Toes, this I know, the relentless love made my heart beat quicker, lights out in bed, flicker and flicker, hoped for a more beautiful girl, although, and albeit wishing she could drive a cool far—at a distance, under the critical circumstance, where did she hide my pants?
And, no more stealing my underwear, Justine <3 !!!!!
Parlor pastries eat up the candy, some gummy such beans—patting the hair gel of L.A. Looks, you see the Cooks and the Creeps, causing a Calamity in the Kitchen, hoping a kitten widens its steps—Paulie want a cracker, be a white “homes” and cool like Eminem with caucasian notoriety, he said: “BIG-LY” as in a pretty perturbed satin sheets—greets at the low-carb “meats” to know the K.O. knockout punch of a ring-ring (engagement $400 kept at home) in The Zone whilst spacing out and repetition leads to a RUT—kicked curbside not to stomp although, so and so- we have a pristine bottom so petite like a tasty treat to eat your meat or you can’t have your Pink Pudding (Floyd) following the suggestions of intestinal persuasion—calling the country foreigner by a obscene name—not Nick or Robin Thicke: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyDUC1LUXSU
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