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My gay Saint John’s High School teacher would wear a cock-ring to school, on his “tool” and being because I knew he was into designer drugs, that, years later, Michelle’s younger brother genius wanted to try something “new” like me seeing this homo English instructor, him in Worcester in 2001!

Pop-Rocks and worn once Polo socks, akin to the advancedchillen.com I ran, sometime ago, this I know, having chosen Elon Musk with a velociraptor’s Tusk of emanored Ivory to be worn, I could have sworn, those Polo socks at my ankles L-and-R to stride right with a tipsy-turvy bumble(bee) my glutes, golfers gulping Gatorade, when I ne’er folly to stumble- whether at that bar I once lived adjacent too, with Jason Chase, down the street, no stream to be seen, aside from the yellow stream, only I would see, and saw, with Guinness at that bankrupt and erupted, the bar, I would treat Heather, poorly, and nightly, sipping the Gin THAT NOW I DRINK 1% MILK- NOT “SKIM” to skipping through my par golfer Tiger, crashed his car, his career potential and squandered like a glass of white (not wine!) milky Golden Calf’s meadows of delicious chocolate milk, I think, pondering my own potent vim to grin with I don’t think I ever sin, albeit with Google prodding me onwards, and without a mental hospital stay, stay with me here at the lofty internet, I don’t think I belong in a Psycho’s words to be seen, his misspelled middle-name of “Thaddeus”—what a rush to read the phpBB I copied the name of a forum, his essays, I read most of ‘em, misled name, Memento’s insane, “Who is Mary Jane?” and I took the Melanin-excrutiating Ford Focus and Fiesta- come 5am I take a late-night “Siesta” when I moreso and food fed with good intentions of “STEP-mom” I’m into the tone-deaf women in their 30’s to take the cake when Justine bit my C talk — I was bitten and she was forgiven as I would once a year call her “Tiff” and she one time only, well, she bit me down south oh ouch and ICK! So to see a doctor, Justine the jaw-breakers jaw-worker with a twisted spoon Goodnight Moonstruck, a girl had a baby, oh mother to say, “Your choice to be a Mom, mine maybe baby, I wouldn’t like, being to Be a Father I don’t want her… anymore as the Moonstruck shut its doors, one day I arrived in the rain and I have TD Bank with over a millionaire me my dollars, I thank the bank and being rich I have many “Cares” to support those I have known and loved, while eating ice cream and a Dove, the pigeon I’m thinking, but not the soap, that Justine said “nope” to Bath and Body Works showering washers, when her Mom made her stick with Dove in the shower, I took a shower with her Mom and I fucked her then in 2013!

I vaguely remember the time in two-thousand and nine, her Mom showed and supervised, my delights of the afternoon—after work at ECM Plastics, Inc. which was sold for a pretty penny millions USD—her Mom and her, my girlfriend, it got too kinky and we agreed that the two of them, for me, wouldn’t ever again be seen, her step-dad didn’t mine Bitcoin (I told him to invest $10,000 in Bitcoin of Justine’s money in 2010 or so and he did this I know, as a matter of fact: it’s been a long time since I’ve had any sort of panic-attack!)

I remember Allyson had a tattoo on her BACK being a TRAMP STAMP with heavy footsteps and written letters, I breathe in a deep titty-twister nipple breast, Limo Laurie, to her fiance, I’m so very sorry you’re cool with and I deleted “Crash Test POETRY FOR ‘DUMMIES’” I forget what happened in the lipsinked limo, you yeah yes you, I called you on the phone, speaking to “her” of her jollily sipping white wine, but I took off Grace—for 420 Friends now—HI ELON MUSK!—phone me please my info is at Google: “JMRQ Heavy Industries” and PLEASE COME SEE ME! REAL-L-Y! I’ve given so much to Christian Charities!

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