Reading Dracula.
Breadtangle.
Blargh~! I think I'm getting sick! Wooh! Now the river can add 3 to it's tally of victims~! So anyway how are you today? Are you ok? Are you feeling fine? No? Well I am sucker! Haha! I'm just kidding. If you are feeling not so well, I hope you verily find the feeling such as that it would unbeknowenst to a homeless man suffering form maleria in the southern seas of shark infested waters waiting for the salamanders to crawl between his toes and lick clean the stump of toe he has left. That made no sense. So I'm feeling pretty good right now. Scott is reading Dracula and I'm at his house waiting for him to finish pooing. Like usual. He let's it fall out. No forcing done here my friend. It's the fear of unloading your lower intestine along with your fodder that scares us. Like massive weight lifters end up doing in freak occurances and lil boys with pool suctions on normal occurances. Don't let the snake grab you!
I have not so much to say, but I feel the need to update often in order to please the masses. Of molasses. Mole asses? Fecal in origin. I'll stab you. SO! Taco taco taco taco. Jen works today! Go Jen! For not being rather homely. And for having a flow of income. Unlike me. Who has no job. And who has no car. And who has not the powers of webbed feet. Please baby, please baby, please baby, baby wait!
Ok well I'm outs and I apologize for wasting your time. And mine. But not really. It was your choice to read this! You could of stopped mid way! But you chose not to. In fact you're still reading. You know how I know? It's cuz obviously you see this. If you didn't, you wouldn't know what it said. Right? Huh? Get it? Butt sex? Anal beads? That was random. So you can stop reading now. Seriously you don't have to keep doing it. It just goes on for a while and never really says much of anything. Believe me. I typed it up. Seriously though, just go write a comment. It'll take less time than what it would for you to finsish this elongated paragraph of nonsensical ramblings. Such as this one. There once a man who used to run the marathon. Each year he would practice and train so hard that he may in fact become the champion one day. However this year's marathon wouldn't come for him. You see all was well until one tragic day in the Everglades. During a routine workout session, the man tried to powerlift a seven hundred pound weight. This was near ridiculous for the man seeing as how he only weighed seventy two pounds, right after drinking two glasses of water of course. To make a long story short. He poo'ed out his intestines and cried a bit. Well scott is done so I am too. Lates
Blargh~! I think I'm getting sick! Wooh! Now the river can add 3 to it's tally of victims~! So anyway how are you today? Are you ok? Are you feeling fine? No? Well I am sucker! Haha! I'm just kidding. If you are feeling not so well, I hope you verily find the feeling such as that it would unbeknowenst to a homeless man suffering form maleria in the southern seas of shark infested waters waiting for the salamanders to crawl between his toes and lick clean the stump of toe he has left. That made no sense. So I'm feeling pretty good right now. Scott is reading Dracula and I'm at his house waiting for him to finish pooing. Like usual. He let's it fall out. No forcing done here my friend. It's the fear of unloading your lower intestine along with your fodder that scares us. Like massive weight lifters end up doing in freak occurances and lil boys with pool suctions on normal occurances. Don't let the snake grab you!
I have not so much to say, but I feel the need to update often in order to please the masses. Of molasses. Mole asses? Fecal in origin. I'll stab you. SO! Taco taco taco taco. Jen works today! Go Jen! For not being rather homely. And for having a flow of income. Unlike me. Who has no job. And who has no car. And who has not the powers of webbed feet. Please baby, please baby, please baby, baby wait!
Ok well I'm outs and I apologize for wasting your time. And mine. But not really. It was your choice to read this! You could of stopped mid way! But you chose not to. In fact you're still reading. You know how I know? It's cuz obviously you see this. If you didn't, you wouldn't know what it said. Right? Huh? Get it? Butt sex? Anal beads? That was random. So you can stop reading now. Seriously you don't have to keep doing it. It just goes on for a while and never really says much of anything. Believe me. I typed it up. Seriously though, just go write a comment. It'll take less time than what it would for you to finsish this elongated paragraph of nonsensical ramblings. Such as this one. There once a man who used to run the marathon. Each year he would practice and train so hard that he may in fact become the champion one day. However this year's marathon wouldn't come for him. You see all was well until one tragic day in the Everglades. During a routine workout session, the man tried to powerlift a seven hundred pound weight. This was near ridiculous for the man seeing as how he only weighed seventy two pounds, right after drinking two glasses of water of course. To make a long story short. He poo'ed out his intestines and cried a bit. Well scott is done so I am too. Lates