my tummy is spongy, its not gonna be fun.
its gonna be yuck
i'm old
i'm almost forty. I have no home and i need a job.
I need a car. something from past 1999.
i havent posted much and there are too many echos that make me uncomfortable.
why am i seeing public nonsense nonstop, and have to hide out in a corner for privacy and sleep? i don't wanna beat my meat.
no no. are they just getting started?
are they just now imagining the fun thy're having and the wicked imagination of doing what they're doing is like being in The witches of Eastwick?
wow.
whose playing along? pay for her, the Pacers season tickets, no, she doesn't want to, shes' not composed...shes' in a hurry.
man, oh yeah that one, shes as cool as a cucumber, she like being a satellite and NOTICING whose not into what she does....so she'll tell who she wants....is that what that kind of couple wants?
eww....alot, eww...dude after dude.
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