Dolphins Tensions Lose Smug Dick Illusions For Fecal Panic
my mind is finger food for the floor boards. I saved a penny at the all you can pray arcade, only to lose it in a fight against departure. New number nines is the science that brought us the luxury of panic. I still read facebook comments in hope that I too will one day be birthed from a black hole. Is this a closing of the eyes or merely an illusion of dentistry. You can decide for yourself, though with those shoes I am sure your opinion will not be a soft purple nightingale. Intelligence? Who needs that soggy bread of surface tensions? Misrepresent the fecal matter, it is only a farce to begin with. Turbo Tax keeps sending me dick pics, I won’t pay for a gym membership. You think, why so smug when some one speaks the truth about how the Titanic was really an alien experiment gone marble rye? And I have to say, again and again, that my allergies resist chemical dolphins, those kinds of meat rosaries that you rub together to perform acts of multiplication. The cat can hear me! The cat can hear me! I must dismantle my wardrobe.
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The editing geniuses at CollegeHumor have removed the music from DJ Snake & Lil Jon’s song “Turn Down for What,” and the natural sounds are terrifying