Ring the bell went to the store to pick up loam in a show-room, so soon, so soon, is it too soon?

For I weep, every day thus far in May, when me and myself, we are being, just simply, seeing the weaklings here at “Averte” so shoddy, not a party, when incubating myself in slithery bubble-bath so AFT, that then when the alarm announces morning-time it’s when I classically tip my hat at the skinny ladies, although never having “Skinny Dipped” announcing oneself to the shoddy water and inclement weather—a clementine of mine to toss in the Tub—for a CITRUS SCRUB!

Fatty Fatty Beefcake—one who fills his mouth so AFT—known at the local bar as “King Draft” reminding me of http://www.draftkings.com that had commercials—later “sportsradar” ??? J.S. what happened with that your craft of usually understanding stocks and bonds, of a Brazilian Brassier nearest and dearest hunny bunny- want to invest my money?

Talk to Dan, and Dan if you’re reading this, why haven’t you responded to me in a couple years, we’re not queers, you’re married, and maybe I shouldn’t have said, DAN DO YOU WANT TO “COMPARE… OUR DOWNSTAIRS ?”