Twinkle Toes my Little Bro

Tweedle Dee and with my fantastic prose/poetic symphonies, so simple and we have great skin—ALL WHITE, ALL RIGHT! So to be said, I had to, but this will be the last of URBAN dwellers who are very occasionally good spellers, albeit being some alright nutrition, this dissolution of a Bum-Folk with a crown, so you and I—now stick with me—BE PROUD TO BE UPPER CLASS, and “Fancy” eh, eh Lad???

Dad is proud of our poignant principles (Mr. Daniels the Principal, and Mom's employment) sing a song, play along, on the Chorus of piano-playing with a collection of Lego’s—call them Instruments, some Carmaraderie and good old LIVESTRONG LANCE! butts biker shorts when summertime so heated, water inside our bouyant bodies depleted, departing the physical self with a streaming line of piss—zippers up and zipped!

“WE’VE GOT A SEEDER!” — a la There’s Something About Mary with Ben Stiller—so hold yourself up by your britches and dirty migrants digging highway bridges, alone along the way, brother Justin I have to say, unto the pristine 40th Birthday

BROTHER BUSTIN’ JUSTIN—you are a shining light every single day!