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and sometimes magic, a scene from the book of genesis, chapter verse whatever, buying whiskey and beer in a supermarket, the cashier, Tara, knows me, she's my gym coach, she tut tut struts and tuts when i buy beer telling me to keep the beer off - i told you alcoholics are mobile, we go sightseeing most of the time, on a double decker bus we bemuse and lipread: and here's the Elizabeth tower (formerly known as Benjamin "big **** Disraeli - the English by the French after the 100 year war: if they're not retards, they're perverts) - **** that shit's brushed off on me! am i a ********** if i hold dear a British passport? phew! no? yes? huh?! i must be a Mr. Khan in waiting... no, but seriously, a scene in the cave of an iceman, 5 lasses buying wine lonely, me my beer my whiskey, i get a lemon added / **** i told you it was a lime not a lemon on the conveyor belt - i get a lime, lucky Adam got an apple and one asking, i'm doing double-up fevers waiting for Saturday night with Paris, Hilda, Venus and Hera.. Adam gets an apple from smooch slick Eva naked and i get a ******* lime on a conveyor-belt in a supermarket while buying whiskey... Jonah! call the whale! i'm sure we'll both be calling it Noah's ark when tomorrow comes; **** you not, we'll be boarding dry-land at Arsuk - **** send a message to Columbus - we discovered North America via Greenland like you discovered the same via the Caribbean Islands, ha ha! call it dynamo of Erik versus Kristopheren; i just got a lime on a conveyor belt in a supermarket, Adam was handed an apple in Eden - i guess that's worth a 50 50 chance of coincidence with my sex-starved libido and the English "roses": not that i'm guarantying anything good either, it's not like i'm a vacuum cleaner based guarantee - but **** me, the ****** **** wrinkles and all, bamboozle clad the salutary march for applause - and the fainting bearskin trumpet-brigadier at the ro- -yal parade onto Buckingham Ponce; n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
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and sometimes magic, a scene from the book of genesis, chapter verse whatever, buying whiskey and beer in a supermarket, the cashier, Tara, knows me, she's my gym coach, she tut tut struts and tuts when i buy beer telling me to keep the beer off - i told you alcoholics are mobile, we go sightseeing most of the time, on a double decker bus we bemuse and lipread: and here's the Elizabeth tower (formerly known as Benjamin "big **** Disraeli - the English by the French after the 100 year war: if they're not retards, they're perverts) - **** that shit's brushed off on me! am i a ********** if i hold dear a British passport? phew! no? yes? huh?! i must be a Mr. Khan in waiting... no, but seriously, a scene in the cave of an iceman, 5 lasses buying wine lonely, me my beer my whiskey, i get a lemon added / **** i told you it was a lime not a lemon on the conveyor belt - i get a lime, lucky Adam got an apple and one asking, i'm doing double-up fevers waiting for Saturday night with Paris, Hilda, Venus and Hera.. Adam gets an apple from smooch slick Eva naked and i get a ******* lime on a conveyor-belt in a supermarket while buying whiskey... Jonah! call the whale! i'm sure we'll both be calling it Noah's ark when tomorrow comes; **** you not, we'll be boarding dry-land at Arsuk - **** send a message to Columbus - we discovered North America via Greenland like you discovered the same via the Caribbean Islands, ha ha! call it dynamo of Erik versus Kristopheren; i just got a lime on a conveyor belt in a supermarket, Adam was handed an apple in Eden - i guess that's worth a 50 50 chance of coincidence with my sex-starved libido and the English "roses": not that i'm guarantying anything good either, it's not like i'm a vacuum cleaner based guarantee - but **** me, the ****** **** wrinkles and all, bamboozle clad the salutary march for applause - and the fainting bearskin trumpet-brigadier at the ro- -yal parade onto Buckingham Ponce; n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah.
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Jun 24, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
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