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you want me to put out a cigarette out inside your eye?    let's face it: tears don't come cheap... sometimes you need more than a rom-com to turn your eye into a niagara falls... which way's the               hmm hum umm? this sort of time-frame is really confiscating my anti-claustrophobic philia worth of shaking hands or knee-jerking really quick; get my drift? no? no matter... i can do with a "thought" basis for summary...    ah **** me... can you imagine feeling magnetism when shaking your hand really ******       apart from watching paint dry,    i suggest the "movie" of watching ice freeze, or mercury freeze...    the latter?   gone with the wind standard of 3 hours +...                nice though... to imagine, better still: imitate...     what a sin to bed driving a car, and listening to classical music, citing john brunning after five p.m., who the **** listens to classical music when driving a car?              leprechauns?!          he-be-he-be-hoom-ha?! modesty just ****** off, all we're left with is a welcome "bargain" of profanity; i always enjoyed the idea of running 100m while dribbling a football, like the time when marc overmars could outrun most sprinters dribbling a football while playing the left-wing for arsenal... every time i see these men of sprint getting all cocky... i tend to ask them: hold an egg on a tbl. spoon... and run the same time of the worth of distance... marc overmars would still      out-run you... mind the fact that he was also dribbling a football...             evidently humanity will not remember a marc overmars: simply because he wasn't in a ****** advert...       too bad... that dutch "prince" could out-run that jamaican rod while juggling three oranges with his hands,    balancing a watermelon on his head,                 and dribbling a football; basic!
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
i like this image / marc overmars
you want me to put out a cigarette out inside your eye?    let's face it: tears don't come cheap... sometimes you need more than a rom-com to turn your eye into a niagara falls... which way's the               hmm hum umm? this sort of time-frame is really confiscating my anti-claustrophobic philia worth of shaking hands or knee-jerking really quick; get my drift? no? no matter... i can do with a "thought" basis for summary...    ah **** me... can you imagine feeling magnetism when shaking your hand really ******       apart from watching paint dry,    i suggest the "movie" of watching ice freeze, or mercury freeze...    the latter?   gone with the wind standard of 3 hours +...                nice though... to imagine, better still: imitate...     what a sin to bed driving a car, and listening to classical music, citing john brunning after five p.m., who the **** listens to classical music when driving a car?              leprechauns?!          he-be-he-be-hoom-ha?! modesty just ****** off, all we're left with is a welcome "bargain" of profanity; i always enjoyed the idea of running 100m while dribbling a football, like the time when marc overmars could outrun most sprinters dribbling a football while playing the left-wing for arsenal... every time i see these men of sprint getting all cocky... i tend to ask them: hold an egg on a tbl. spoon... and run the same time of the worth of distance... marc overmars would still      out-run you... mind the fact that he was also dribbling a football...             evidently humanity will not remember a marc overmars: simply because he wasn't in a ****** advert...       too bad... that dutch "prince" could out-run that jamaican rod while juggling three oranges with his hands,    balancing a watermelon on his head,                 and dribbling a football; basic!
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
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