"I get to hang out with so many cute girls I'm all like fuck what you think." Scummer wiped his nose, every bag that comes in here. Sniff sniff. Holding a photo of a magician holding an underwear, "Garments! The first one made how many holes?"
Ah, a cheerful spinning! 7-11 in the sky from heaven, no more Thanksgiving in the icy columns of Hades. "Cruel how money is, man." Cabin log in and caused a few fires. Bad, man. Watchin' tears fall on a sausage, wake up and smell the.
"Sweet drums, man." Haha fool -- not a man! Slashed to ribbons a leased car; wife trrrrrouble. Subdivision worries for further hesher moves. "I haven't had that kind of energy in years!" Fingers on chin, little teeth poke out upper lips agape snarl when cops have your back.
Snif'd at a sci fi book, "I had been living in New York but it seemed too much like a sci-fi book." A HISTORY OF BURNOUTS ON SATURN.
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