A sense of fullness, a firm mass of tissue, this is coming to you. It is caused by aging and dereliction of the embarrassing valve. Get hence and heal yourself with the whistles of the morning, the productive whistle of the weasels.
In addition you must learn to love without merging. Do not fling yourself, that is for later.
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I am tingling with anticipation, I wish to merge. Please call me when it is time. I remain blocked until that time. Anoint me with crab stick, give me the goods.
you sound like a nice boy, mountain man.
grandma, get off the blogs. Sorry MM. I can't keep track of her, she's all over the place. Good luck with class.
MM is a nice nice boy, Granny Krix. Grandma welcome on blogs. Hi Granny.
My bosom is heaving westward. Danger is nigh. Poison flies high on the wings of desire. I am not myself.
I am looking for a nice boy to take me to the meat source. I am looking for the true source of meats.
My prolapse is in the other part of the bathing suit region. It is jammed up.
We are well-oiled suntanned misters with long frosted straightened strands. We wish we were German but are not. We look similar, wear tank tops and cut hairs for a living. We frost and perm too. YES!!! Come to us for good hairstylings. We can dance with our hands as well. Mixed up purposes, high fashion, chic attitudes you can feel with your hands.
This is so f-ed up. Just because I do not have the hands that dance, the hands that cut, I do not see why you have to rub it in. I will never invite you two demonic brothers over for pie and water. Never.
Ben and Jed,
Are you Lords of the Cut-Dance? Do you do pubic work? I know someone who wants to know.
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