It was a really fucked up day, all my kids grew up a fruit tree and set fire to a fried spaghetti monsta up the hills of Yorkshire motel policies. I was shocked for there was no attacks down on back washing a spit of mountain dew. Get your head out of the gutter and get a Simon says jerk a fish and sell your soul to a fruit cake. I was shocked wiggle your turd man, I held a shoe telling the guy to wiggle his turd or take a mud bath for seven weeks. This was very homicidal of the guy because I wasn't looking for Sherri Marie corners on 16th st and 8th st near the churches chicken. Ole run down ass churches chicken, may you rest your soul in hell and may your biscuits be burnt.
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sugar coated baby mama part 1
Humorthe story is about a fried biscuit egg omelet crying for victory and its pizza bagel egg sausage was also sad. Give me a break for you to be a window shopper and need some gino bombino disco rockers. That's when a pickle gets shot while crossing the...
