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Oy Vey Smear - More'n' $500.00 For Car Repair! Hence mine plaintive strut forward doleful poetically lamentable forlorn shell shock mental state Hyundai deniably forced me to absorb, sans requisite auto repair tab this (Sonata kidding) reality steered me sigh key - wracked (in my pinion) into abysmal suspension tooting horn aye didst painfully, palp ably, and pathetically, (albeit mutinous on bounty of life) envisioned good bye regarding woebegone condition wallet sadly, how checking account suffered near mortal blow - cents less lee principally reason cry ying yup possibly heard, asper the doll la bills blues and die, perhaps hastiness dashing off metrical missive blindsided, clouded, and obscured wheely tired call for Eli (schwa sound) to whisk this mister where angels fly essentially taking Matthew Scott Harris goodbye from money shortages, away high yar into the outer reaches of the twilight auto zone yet...deep down I dear lee would rather engine ear a rescue attempt by claiming fear less flyer self as charity and gear legitimate funding to help a worthy cause, but such chutzpah, would be here see within thy coda, dogma, and car ma, thus eye shed headlights for "NON FAKE" truth to app pear.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Oy Vey Smear -
Oy Vey Smear - More'n' $500.00 For Car Repair! Hence mine plaintive strut forward doleful poetically lamentable forlorn shell shock mental state Hyundai deniably forced me to absorb, sans requisite auto repair tab this (Sonata kidding) reality steered me sigh key - wracked (in my pinion) into abysmal suspension tooting horn aye didst painfully, palp ably, and pathetically, (albeit mutinous on bounty of life) envisioned good bye regarding woebegone condition wallet sadly, how checking account suffered near mortal blow - cents less lee principally reason cry ying yup possibly heard, asper the doll la bills blues and die, perhaps hastiness dashing off metrical missive blindsided, clouded, and obscured wheely tired call for Eli (schwa sound) to whisk this mister where angels fly essentially taking Matthew Scott Harris goodbye from money shortages, away high yar into the outer reaches of the twilight auto zone yet...deep down I dear lee would rather engine ear a rescue attempt by claiming fear less flyer self as charity and gear legitimate funding to help a worthy cause, but such chutzpah, would be here see within thy coda, dogma, and car ma, thus eye shed headlights for "NON FAKE" truth to app pear.
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66/M/schwenksville, penna
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
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