Har Har, motherfuckers!
So sneakysis put about a half of a forty in my sheets. Fuck.
Or anyway I'm sure it was her. fizhburn said, you know, it wasn't her. Well why the hell does my matress smell like spat-in beer then? IT IS BECAUSE OF PRANKING MOTHERFUCKERS. When I yell I hella yell a lot and when she gets back from The Chi I'm gonna give her a monkey bitching like you'd never heard something so GODDAMNED COGENT in your life.
Thank you very little, as Maynard'd say, to robotboy for the excellent pointer-at-word.
Or anyway I'm sure it was her. fizhburn said, you know, it wasn't her. Well why the hell does my matress smell like spat-in beer then? IT IS BECAUSE OF PRANKING MOTHERFUCKERS. When I yell I hella yell a lot and when she gets back from The Chi I'm gonna give her a monkey bitching like you'd never heard something so GODDAMNED COGENT in your life.
Thank you very little, as Maynard'd say, to robotboy for the excellent pointer-at-word.
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howlers and baby-faced capuchins know
pitchers of daquiri poured into eighty lb.
soaking, soused, drooling dribble
(masturbating in his sleep):
woke up--sunset
three sandy grains from his eyes
rage, aches head: blame
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