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who are practically innocent. Me too. 1 Friday night I'll go there & they'll be super sorry a lot. Maybe theย pope will command Jesus to put a terrifyingly-powerful death-grip on their Stalin-loving throats till they crap-out in agony?
to anyone who wants it. This is no ordinary dog mat. This one is autographed by Jay Leno and Tito Jackson with big hand-drawn red hearts on it and a smiley face that looks like Tito. I'm giving it away because I've become lame in my left leg. I'm having a doctor look at it in 3 weeks so I can't keep the dog mat. My uncle says that he would watch the mat for me till I'm able to walk normally again but I told him to ******* so that's that. Anyway, the dog mat's pretty nice and if you take it within the next 45 minutes I'll throw in a magazine with 3 ex-lesbians on the cover.
Paul Hugo Little (1915โ€“1987) was an American pulp fiction writer and author of the historical novels forming the Windhaven series and The Hawk and the Dove series under the pen names Marie de Jourlet and Leigh Franklin James respectively. He was the author of 700 historical fiction, erotica and romance novels mostly published under pseudonyms.[1] He also published a few books under his own name including Chessworks (a book on chess theory) and The Condominium Trap (a literary novel).[2]

Kenan Heise of the Chicago Tribune says "The Guinness Book of World Records lists a South African woman, Kathleen Lindsay, as the most prolific writer with 904 novels. Mr. Little believed he was second, averaging a novel every week and a half since 1963."[1]
Little died in 1987 at the age of 72.[1]
I know you're mentally ******* but that was an hour ago, so now you're okay, climbing up and down my *** like a truck driver on Zyprexa. Don't muck it up mucky pup! I'll load the cannon before the morning gets hot and you'll fire the ****-shot, while mama naps on an army cot in the yacht that daddy bought. My improved parachute is a "care-a-shoot" because it can land you gently in daisies after a soft glide, even though you got more bullet holes in your **** than Bonnie and Clyde. Ben and I were passionately in love (with each other) till the day "she" came into our lives. I was working at Dairy Queen trying to gain weight when Benny landed his helicopter on the roof. There were asphalt shingles flying everywhere. Later, after I had Ben's child, we moved to Sumatra to live beneath the royal palm trees that dance in the breeze. "Oh Ben, why can't we love each other with the fiery passion that we once knew?"
to taste-test my poisonous food and to drink my arsenic-corrupted
water while I'm on holiday on Lake Huron before I leap off the top
of the Empire State building and go splat and maybe even die.
Put it in, not too far. How far? Till your fuel filter clogs. Here,
thank me for nothing. Remember that I'm only doing this part
of the time. The other parts are covered in warts & measles.
I thought about using used or existing ****** but the slots were too
narrow so I changed-up to Korean-designed slides that glide
so much easier. They're lubricated on both sides in sealed
pockets. Great Grandpa thinks they're better and he
ought to know since he and General MacArthur
defeated 2 million Korean partisans in 1951.
You killed my uncle when he said bad things about me and then you ground up his corpse and fed it to ***** coal miners. You painted my house with the goo of 512,500 tapeworms for free. You punched my sister so hard that her schizophrenia went away and now she works at Burger King making big money. You are like Jesus and His Dad and President Garfield all rolled into the same person. One day we will make 2 babies together and call them Elmer and Tonto.
There are no photographs of a globe, only composed images (painted compositions) from N.A.S.A. No one can produce an uncontained atmosphere bordering a vacuum.

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โ–‚โ–„โ–…โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–…โ–„โ–ƒโ–‚
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  โ—ฅโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ–ฒโŠ™โ—ค..๏ปฟ

You stole my heart
like a Chinese surgeon

Tripling my chances at love
Your twin triplet sisters are ****!

Doubling my chances at love
Your twin sister is ****!
that will come at the conclusion of my prophetic testament to the luscious maidens of Sumatra before Satan plunges them into inescapable darkness because no broken spine's going to stop me from climbing Mount Everest! You can fire bazookas at me and run my mother over with a snow mobile and I won't care!
Wiki: Tijuana bibles were palm-sized ****** comics produced in
the U.S. from the 1920's to the early 1960's. Their popularity
peaked during the Great Depression era.
It won't be long now, the snake's length, after I cut its head
off. I **** snakes, baboons & iguanas. I like elephants, but
they take 6 days to cook. Rabbits are nice, with mustard.
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