Bixby bidding Biden of a sweet-teet breast with Turkey from a muffin backwards baking in the oven, of witches and no proverbial ‘bitches’ sitting sodden and for-laden with a Hen drawn a stretch of a Mont Blanc (cologne) stench with a righty-titey “wretch” of leaning Southern on a bench — pressing time — I wait! To be finished him next when the goodie golden shoes of tied laces with pretty faces, like this my Justine of yesteryear my John Deere Stocks with circling inside FLOCKS of a found flounder fish to make this my main wish, to be with my Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona (justine.aragona.3)
SMOOCHIES with this cir-cum-stance being our Traumatic Brain Injuries — is SHE… alright still and wait for the “crusty” saying of Elissa Victoria having made-it with so many sporty vehicles, her newfound toddler on Tricycles like Lance with Ants in my Pants to a heavy breatheing when this now I miss her magical chests!