About to be with the innermost and inter-most with some moistness moreso Mostly, and somewhat Mostly Meandering about the Medium-size Meadow, whispy known and knowing—
Where are we headed?
Where are we going?
Pulled a likely fix of pin-pricks asunder of one another, my Mother, a delinquent DUD—all games called off—the BlackRock bluff, this all be it (albeit) some sort of ME seeking a “Fluffer” gastank filled uppity streaming sudsy blasphemy!
When you have a real connection having needing builders and erecting a building for Fun & Profit—a real real real lot of it—finely finding the found a www.JMbullion.com gold gram “round” and now singing erected tall, Towers took a fall (or 2!) measly easy-peasy promise of finding number one—what hun?
The numero dos spicy Spanish, tongue twisted tickled and had-ing a hood-rat Black girl, such is the world, supremely snubbing a screw so loose around the neckline, sexy swallowed the antics—Church bells ringing with ample senses donned the Golden Globes and globules of RBC’s stuck in a sticky situation—amalgamation of AMERICA FIRST!
A.I. pulsing and buttloads of technology wizards wondering about the where the fishy Trout lay eggs, Caviar in a Jar and a cabernet cigar, with its aroma floated far and reeking of expensive fuel in flatulence with an upset tummy tingling, it's sizzling tonight, can you feel it ???
Whistling and Winking: shop at W.B. Mason—apt missionary beginning what we know, playtime Played in Plaid, THE TRANNY-“FAD” all swept under the rug, nothing to be tugging and at, so that’s that, and it is to be berating a big fat drinker “dad”—who is not my own, for we should all salute Great Wayne! π π
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