Mainly mobile-shiny possum pox.
Nails and filling station cheese
Who la la Morrison-Rhinestones
hort stack of righteous indigestion
Side for fucked your wife, I.
Shelter chipolte and 7 cups
of Pernod. Feed (force)
by not leaving till done and
holding by neck pressing
firmly into hay. “ Hi” was a
final response to what should
have been maybe a tad more erudite. Place (Gingerly mind you) the- whats left of- cat in microwave and as continuation of “ strech” esthetic turn to 70 minutes one can only talk ones childhood for so far before having to *reasses*. I took mine farther than usual/normal and still am expectormenting with the possibility of moving it into the nest lifetime..

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