the moon sings down through the blinds. i have a pair of plaid boxers on outside-in and my toenails are funky. i don't remember the name of my first love from high school, but i remember her titz.. there is the rushing of blood through my hairy ears and somewhere the hyena laughs at the lion plucking an ostrich; there's no escaping this unreasonable affliction of joy.
'Twas smilling, and the sleethy teeves Did sture and wimble on the tung; All smimsy were the clavities, And the toothe trathes sweeckly outgrun. One-iyed dog wimsy walking waggisy taggisy tail stand upsy My Toothe Fairye dreams baconie things for her wimsy pupsy. Fairye sleeps not wanting to rise bounding the clock that wakes her. Hedging on snooze hit to lose and it's too late the tyme shakes her.
ok saleheens is a strange little man who cries about manhood wanting to be flattered yet through his sarcasm and not well-thought comments make him a laughing stock of the forums Hmmm I hope he doesn't get mad Oh well gotta go change my bloody pad Can you smell now that your nostrils are repaired?
Every day I see some of the most stupidest people having children. Usually, at least it seems to me, those with less intelligence keep having child after child, often when they cannot afford them. I sometimes think it...