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Now Black Muthafucka was a gangbangin' full time snitch whoz ass had just dropped off juicy jive on some long ago decommissioned ship, 'Exodus.' Black Muthafucka did not giv a honkie, dawg, why dey wanted da jive, Black Muthafucka done cooked up a livin peddlin jive, had grills ta feed, dat was da all of Black Muthafucka n' shit. "Am not a spic, honkie mudderfucker biiiatch, be a funky-ass biiiatch nizzle n' shit. & I wants mah scrilla promised." Den bitch slapped Agent Roseate Willies' vowels all over mudderfucken sanitary Boca.

2

So now back up in real time, all da guests departed up in a embarrassed masturbatory hurry, Roseate, & Agent Willies at last peeked all up in 10 fingers meeking "Is a cold-ass lil check aiiight?"

Afta Black Muthafucka had left, Roseate poured a stiff scythe scotch over ivory ice, while comfortin da crony black pussaaaaay on da desk. "I wanted dem other stiffs gone. Dem stiffs just moochin mah booze. Don't u Know!"

Da treacherous deceitful black jack-o-lantern pussaaaaay clocked da palm, purring, plotting, tonging/spongin da whiskey up in da glass, Kool & Tha Gang now, as Roseate phoned da tip in, ringing, ringing, on hold now, always on fuckin hold, flippin pencil tween fingers, tinking, 'I can hear da whiskey ponies up in mah head.' To calm her nerves, she poked at da catz asshole. Den, "Dats right. Da shizzle is da Exodus, renamed, 'Da Pimp Of A Mazillion Biatchz Souls'. 7 Biatchs & der spouses & lil pimps wanted by Da Swedish Posse Re-education Authoritizzle r supposedly aboard da vessel. I don't give a fuck where der headed."

As da beeper fell tha fuck fo' da cradle, dat black jack-o-lantern pussaaaaay put 37 catgut sutures up in dat cocktail palm, & slept cockeyed up in da cradle, purring,

Oh!-fruit loved of boyhood!-da oldschool minutes recalling,
When wood-grapes was purplin & brown nuts was falling!
When wild, skanky faces we carved up in its skin,
Glarin up all up in da dark wit a cold-ass lil candle within!

3

& On Mondizzle high noon blastout up in Iowa Citizzle Berneice liberated all da 'oxymoron' outta da after-before-thought-of ex-husband Doctor Adamz safe deposit box, 3 Hundred & 77 thousand & chizzle & left a Pierre Cardin booty plug of medieval design & dis note, "Suck dis biiiatch." Den had a odditizzle moment, & slipped off yellow pantizzles & banged da medieval booty plug. Der was a second of deafenin ass silence. Den imagined deafenin silence. Den imagined a Garry Wills seminary moment. "O yes!" & just left da note, & headed fo' Cedar Rapidz Airport & Butla Aviation ta Long Island.

4

& On Mondizzle eve over on Biscayne Bizzle outside da Solid Gold Gentlemenz club Miami Beach seaz Millyz Neddy pacin at Tunbridge Wells up in Kent up in which 1 biatch rider say ta another, 'I be bout ta show mah Wordsworth against any cock at Wells.' & as Wordsworthz 'Soul' delicatessens up in da back seat, or is dat rear seat, Daniel Logan strolled up LIncoln Road Mall off'a Downtown Beach playin grab ass wit Danny Logan whoz ass just bout had had enough but couldn't decizzle what tha fuck dat schmoooove muthafucka had enough of, Daniel Logan or Danny Logan, when Millyz Caddie zooms up da sidewalk, spillin tourists yonder dizzle run, da beat cop smilin jewish at Millyz yiddish, as both Danielz slid behind da wheel, slidin MIlly over tha fuck into Wordsworthz hand up her; Milly whisperin vampire garlic breath, "Derz a half Jewish mazillion up in da.....Jesus!" as da Caddie sped fo' da Eldorado docks of'a da Venetian Causeway, pausin at da Long Island Heliport ta pick up Yes yes y'all, Man & Judge Lue & Berneice.

5

& up in "El Salvador siesta time such a funky-ass dope ghetto, jackson, Commander Commander Marilyn Alfredo Espino all kind of bangin' up in dat red dress cooed ta da dope tella stuffin bank greenbacks up in a funky-ass balsa, "O lil' round cherry ass boy-girl, tank u fo' da donation."

Da dope round cherry ass yelling, "We all ludd u Commander."

as da Commander uplifted dat red dress & zigzagged red pumps da 7 times 14 surge five-o gauntlet big-ass wheels, & mounted dat Wurlitzer honky-tonk jukebox donkey cart hitched ta a strang of 7 donkey carts rolled & pleated Italian leather booths pics of bangin' naked thugs wit bulls blood screwdriver candlez whispering, "Come Thunderbird," while spillin wax balls on da checkered polka dotted tablecloths wit peppermint patty dwarf honey-pot jukeboxes; den da Commander let loose da dawgz of sails, dat Giant Isopod #1 wit da legend: Eat ME!; & dat club hoopty red dress fuckin da wild tongue of da leapin panther seals, pimped dat red sea wit Dadz Hat Pennsylvania Rye Whiskey wild bunchin dem bastard sharks up ta blue dolphin water, Commander Girl chargin dem fadeden Dolphins gay trade-windz ta da skyline of Miami,

as da cherry round ass girl-boy dodged silver caliber rain, pleading, "Take me wit U, Commander!"

"Se puede llevar u un vestido rojo, chica???'

"SI!"

"Git dat culo bien para arriba. U puede ser mi primera Sí chica."

6

& Mondizzle dusk, da Captain of Exodus fired up dem Diesel Dyke dykes, & humped da moonz motherz whitecaps up ta chronic black water, as all da Post Office Biatchz on da nizzle-brown furniture up in nizzle orange jumpsuits slammed Cuban Negro Cuba Librez up in da galley of da 'Ghostz of A Mazillion Biatchz Soul's' gigglin tee-hee up in Mark Twainz Adventurez of Huckleberry Finn, as Randyz long limbless reptile humped dat sax, & Biatch Dick Tracy Lynn Cuban'ed dat fine ass, dem boxcar lips nizzlein rates fo' her sinning,

As dis Biatch danced down da streetz of Bal Harbour,
I spied a lil' Biatch all wrapped up in Jizzy Lennon,
These lyrics her dope ass did say as I slowly biatched by,
"Pull up ur pantyz & hear mah fucked up story,
Twas once up in da saddle I used ta go dashing, '
Twas twice up in da saddle I used ta go gay',
Twas trice up in da saddle I used ta git laid,
1st down ta Fidel, den ta dem big-ass 10 inches,
But gots popped up in da ass, & I be blanco shoe polish todizzle.

Den shouted, "As Dylan wrote, 'wit dry vermouth, you gonna tell da truth,'
but fo' prohibizzle freedom, drank highbizzle Cuba Libre,

& took a Cuban bow from lips ta cheeks.

"Yay yay," all da escaped Biatchz tee'ed, "now git dem fine boxcar hips & lips back ta rappin, baby."

Den a lil pimp up in Swedish Bugs Bunny Pjz ran up in ta ma, mom, mommy Biatchs. "Mommy, I can't chill!"

& Randy & Biatch Dick Tracy Lynn shifted into,
Hush lil fella,
don't u cry,
mamaz gonna loot u
a brand freshly smoked up home,

as da 7 Biatchs gathered round 1 of der young, soothing, hugging, gangbangin, Cuba Libre forgotten now, nahmeean?

"Judge," Berneice says, "Da look up in ur eyez r a gangbangin mother's."

"Ludd dis baby." Da Judge downed da Boodlez & whiskey & rye. "Yes yes y'all, Man, another!"

Datz when Daniel stood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! "U hear dat?"

Book 2
Ninny Chapta 1

& at Eight bells dawg peep up in real time, da Captain of da Coast Guard Cutta 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory.', bullhorn'ed ta da Cuban flag horripilatin up in da view of da Stars & Bars, "Put down ur Cuba Libre's, Exodus, & prepare ta be boarded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Or sunk." & holla'd ta da 1st mate, chick chittering, "Dat was cool, huh. Put down ur Cuba Libre's."

"Yes yes y'all, Sir," da 1st dawg smiled, "Bein a funky-ass bottom queer has freed up ur creativity."

"Hush, 1st mate, da other matelot will hear u."

Da 1st dawg chuckled as da splash of 8 donkey carts roilin dat Giant Isopod #1z flyin disposizzle cut da difference between 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory' & Exodus, dem fadeden Dauphinz of Auvergne a gangbangin' formal honor guard, all dem jukeboxes, da mudderfucker & da mutter's, hummin da appearizzle of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shizzle of wata up in a thugged-out desert on a funky-ass bangin' night caused by da refraction of light from da moon; as dat mirage straight-up was rappin hoes school english outta dat mermaidz dream, "Giant Isopod #2, Cubata be a Cuba Libre made from Havana Club Especial instead of Havana Club Blanco, givin it a thugged-out deeper, mo' complex flavor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Where as a Cuba Libre made wit white ron is known as 'da gringo'. & wit dat, Commander Commander Biatch Marilyn Alfredo Espino lifted her red hem above da wata line & pissed up da sea,

as sweepin up molten lava from da cold inky blacknizz of dat Iron maiden graveyard, da 7 foot pectoral finz of twin Manta Rayz took notice of not a god damn thang else, & flankin da Commander, glided up in fo' a funky-ass bracer n' shit. Of which da Commander happily pimped dem Rayz wit dat Dadz Hatz whiskey & rye.

"Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck da fuck r u!" Da Captain exclaimed.

"Am da future past present," Da Commander stated.

"Now datz a entrance." Randy lifted a Cubata above Exodus, & clinked dem ballz of ice, "Commander, I likes ur style."

"Yeah, dats a entrance!" da 1st dawg observin da all of it from da bridge of 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory' .

Ninny 2

Now I was on da Exodus dat night. 1st off, I wanna say ta all cops, I be guilty innocent mah whole game. & ta Agent?out'a Providence. Ur Citizzle lied, I never had his ass up in da Hilton, had his peach up in da Biltmore. Dem confessions aside, only da 4 Horsemen of da Biatchs & Bernice (& me) was on da deck. Yes yes y'all, Man sipped Pigs Nose scotch, (to piss off da Judge, I imagined). Daniel hit dat shiznit on a Jack Daniels & Coke, da Judge hoisted a Boodlez gin & bitters, & as mentioned, Randy a Cubata. O, Harlem renaissizzle Berneice, u wonder, biatch? Biatch drank straight bourbon out'a a Kentucky Oldskool Crow Bottle; jackson, dat pimp black broad some def felony. & Before continuing, I state here & now, I have known few pimps like da 4 horseman. Dey didn't biiiatch. They kicked it wit u at a funky-ass bar & looted u a thugged-out drank & waited fo' u ta loot da next round. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! If u didn't loot da next round den u failed der scam of da litmus test & der was no 2th chance; not wit pimps like dem. Lata up in tha game up in searchin I would drank top shelf regal tight assholes & be always pissed tha fuck off up in dat merchandise. But fo' now, I refilled each drink, folded wings & blended back tha fuck into da shadows ta peep balls twitch.

"Ho ho, Randy," da Commanderz teeth sparked under da salty spray, punchin up in FU#39, yelling, "Giant Isopods, dat fine nizzle Sammy Davis Jr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke, made Sinatra weep." Den donned a spick fedora, & gave da sea a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass show make ur momma weep cuz ur daddy came home, belting out, I knew a thugged-out dude, Daniel Bojangles, & da ruffneck danced fo' me,
in worn up shoes.
Wit silver hair, ragged hoodie & baggy pants,
da oldschool soft shoe.
Dude jumped so high, jumped so high, den he lightly touched down.

& right der Daniel releases Berneicez waist & hops over da rail of da Exodus tha fuck into da KY jelly & stroked dat wild stallion ta a gallop upon da Commander n' shit. Well, datz how tha fuck da Commander imagined it yo, but truly Daniel just smiled dat sexualitizzle at da fine ass up in da sea. "I still ain't gonna chill wit ya, Marilyn."

"Again, U mean again."

"& so/cry/never/again," Daniel sang, hostin da Jack Daniels.

"Am bustin u down"

"Dat red dress & dem pink pantizzles bustin me down ta tears, baby"

Den da Commander shed all of dat glitta barricade, exposin what tha fuck drives pimps ta war & peace & tears & knees.

"Don't peek, Danielle," Berneice, wardin off da panther mermaid lurin her pimp tha fuck into her peep by throwin a funky-ass black satchel tha fuck into da see. "1 hundred & 75 thousand prescriptions & aspirin, Commander n' shit. My fuckin ex-husbandz predominant."

Ninny 3

& from da bridge of 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory' da 1st dawg called out. "Is dat u Yes yes y'all, Man from New York," sayin ta da Captain, "Datz 1 of da queers sailin a Donkey cart ta Haiti some time back. Remember dat night, Sir?" Da Captain done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! O what tha fuck a night son! Sweet.....

"Yeah," Yes yes y'all, Man cuppin lips, "How tha fuck U bustin Steve Rogers?"

"Fine, U?"

"Got laid last night."

"So did I. U wit da fine ass Cuban, Queen Dick Tracy Lynn?"

"Dat fine ass is Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke, Randyz ride," Yes yes y'all, Man answered.

"Am Dr. Shiiit, dis aint no joke, Randy," Randy laughs.

"So be I," da 1st dawg chuckled, "U a thugged-out dirty man."

"O'yeah, Randy is," Yes yes y'all, Manz teeth chuckled, "I once enjoyed Randy, tho, which be shizzle increased his fuckin luck."

"U continue," Judge Lue directly, " ta amaze, Yes yes y'all, Man." Den informed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I be I be United States Distract Court federal Judge Lue. I gots a gangbangin' fucken hangover n' shit. I don't give a fuck bout da fuckun sea. & rIght now I basebizzle cap u fo'sho yo. & don't give a fuck bout U right back up into yo muthafuckin ass. So dis shizzle is fucken, god fuck da bevel u owe me Daniel, registered out'a Panama, & is under Cuban flag. & is now up in international water."

Ninny 4

Da 1st dawg of 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory' stated. "Da particulars say der r 7 escaped Queena & der husbands & lil childern aboard dat ship."

"I be aware of da particulars, love."

"Dey r up in international water, Sir."

Ninny 5

Berenice not wantin ta step tha fuck up ninny up in front of da Commanderz 2th hood from da Sun, says, "Luv, time ta pray fo' 1 Dope Dragon, Daniel."

"It aint nuthin but like da parkin god, baby, u don't wanna pray fo' a space don't need like a muthafucka." & called out, "Captain, da shizzle is carryin medicinal supplies fo' Guatemala. Der is just our asses on deck & da crew below deck."

"I have ordaz ta detain dat shizzle fo' Homeland Security."

"I can't let u do dat Captain," da 1st dawg dragooned.

"Bingo," Daniel holla'd, & finished da Jack Daniels cocktail, & whoops, "Dogg dat Jack is pimped out Daniel, Frank."

Ninny 6

Perhaps dat shiznit was da intriguin 'call of da sensual?' Da Captain didn't straight-up know hisself yo. & Dude says, "Datz dope of u, love. I now can't let mah dirty ass. Radio reproductizzle fluid containin jizzatozoa up in suspension, bust a jizz. Da Exodus is out'a mah just-station. Hell, just say da shipz up in freedom gin n juice n' shit. Dat was cool, 1st mate, huh, 'freedom gin n juice n' shit. Sea See evolving me."

"From a playa ta a biatch?" da 1st dawg smiled.

"Says so up in da instruction manual upon birth. Evolve ape or precept apothegm."

As da Radio Seaman protests, n' you can put dat on yo' KY Jelly. "But ur a thugged-out dude, Captain!"

"Datz straight-up funky, Semen, a straight-up funky ting. Ur disrespectin me, datz it huh, cuz be a Queen?"

"It against da rules."

"Evolve ape or precept," da Captain apothegms, & dialed da Semenz arms & hairy-ass legs & radios his ass overboard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Now da Dauphins thought Radio Seman was der straight-up own Japanese blowup doll, & pelted on dat Radio up in all da right morsels, adorin dem unpardonables, as dat Radio tinkled, "Yo, stop dat, o'god not der!" which only caused da dolphins ta adore dat siren all da mo' n' mo' n' mo'.

Ninny 7

Most of da crew of da 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory,' was up in da tha color of Elizabeth Taylorz eyes trippin' off what tha fuck semen trip off below deck back up der muthafuckin ass. So dey missed da Commanderz Photoelectric Atomic number #8 ass saving a gangbangin' flounderin Radio. "Come come ta da promised land." Missed dat Radioz whimpering. "Save me some1!" Missed da Commander strippin dat Radio down ta dem wet spots, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "Do u wanna be saved girl!" Missed da Radio shouting. "Yes!" Missed da Commander anointin Radio tha fuck into a red dress. "Put ur red dress on, baby, cause ur comin up out tonight." Missed da Radio kneeling, sinning. "Hallelujah, Jizzy." Missed da Commander tossin dat hallelujah back overboard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "O'baby don't u know u gots ta chizzle wata tha fuck into Cristal first.

Ninny 8

Radio, red dress flowerin up ta fat-ass thighs up in dat cold see, sankes, as da Dauphinz squealed visceral. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. "No no, not again. Pull me up, Captain. O'god!"

"Who tha fuck be I?" Da Captain asked.

"Pizzle Bunyan, Sir."

"Fuck dat shit, I used ta be a funky-ass bunion yo, but I transmogrified from a simple ta a mo' complex form wit a funky-ass biiiatchy astrological feature. Now rap suttin' unrelated ta savin urself fo' ur supper."

"Pizzle be a giant lumberjack, Sir, up in Gangsta folklore whoz ass is customarily accompanied by his wild lil' freak, Muthafucka da Blue balls ox yo. Hurry, sir."

"Trivia!"

"Wait wait Sir playa! I once gots faded, & went ta piss & saw mah daddyz grill up in da toilet gin n juice n' shit. I pissed up in on her ta save his ass from drownin up in da foul."

Right den on dat siren, a overly buckwild blue bottleneck rode Radio beatboxin across da waves, "Ma, Ma, Mommy, be coming! TELL DADDY AM GONNA SHIT ON HIS HIS FUCKING FACE DIS TIME!"

Ninny 9

Da 1st dawg chuckled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "If der was Queens onboard, where would dey be headed, Yes yes y'all, Man?"

"Da mountainous poem region of El Salvador," Da Commander called out, "Maybe ta a lil settlement. If der was Queens."

"It soundz utopian."

"Der be a hoe struttin along da sidewalk gittin tha fuck aaway from all glances, not lettin any sunshine up in fo' fear of what tha fuck son! Freedom aint a state of mind, Steve Rogers, it aint nuthin but a issue of da ass."

"Mi nombre no es Steve Rogers, Commander yo, but I tank u fo' da upgrade."

Ninny 10

Da Captainz smile knew bout loss & ludd & found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, Benjamin Millepied! "Go on wit u, ghettofab Steve Rogerz found, go before I chizzle mah mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah, go on now, nahmeean, biatch? Find home. Wait fo' mah dirty ass."

"I'ma wait der fo' u, mah Queen, mah love, until it gets bitter."

Ninny 11

Da Captain 8 belled-tinker-bellz balls all up in da bullhorn, "Dope luck wit u fo'sho. & phat luck wit all of u below deck." & turned 'Mine_Eyes_Have-Seen_Da_Dory,' fo' Miami Beach, tinkin bout his wild lil' forced retirement, tinking, 'I never thought it would end dis way, I never thought it would end at all yo, but I never hoped it would begin anew, I never hoped it would begin anew at all.'

Den madly left da table & laughs at da crazy wind, knowin da thug would never sit at dat table again, & says, 'Brin me a cold-ass lil cocktail.'

Da Saila maneuverin ta be da freshly smoked up 1st dawg says, 'Scotch, Sir?'

"No I've grown, brang dat crusty forty of Kentucky whisky & rye up in mah quarters."

Den read da poem da 1st dawg had handed his ass before divin overboard. Muthafucka! I be Giant Isopod #42.

Da emporia has no cloth, da empire has no arabic
'boxed' boxers theory 'mirror' truth, untarnished truth reflects
a fable wanton, yet, da emperor has no speech.

Madrid ta Salinas, never 'city' faulted
entrizzle foggy, 'main street' exit weeping
weepy nipple 'country' nipple 'catty' nipple 'lord almighty' nipple
da emperor has no breast.

Braille glass, da emperor has no glasses
glasses shape, da emperor has no form
form literary, da emperor has no poetry.

'only' self 'only'...
'reality' biases,
da emperor has no clothes.

Mini Epilogue

What bout da Radio Seaman, U ask? Ever hear of Dolphin love? Neither had Radio. But although Radio was up in toilet water, Radio was a funky-ass butterfly at heart, & a week lata spiced upon Haiti, where a pimped out black shark took his ass in, & fucked up dat slave noize played ta his ass muthafuckin years ago fo' all time. & If u visit Port au Pimp u can hear his ass hustlin da game-locked French Ritzy pastries wheel-chaired ta Creole Josephz hustlin Papa Doc. & if u give his ass a U, right back up in yo muthafuckin ass, S. Dollar, Radio will play his Semen hues & show u da stillbirth fetuses growin outta da crack of his wild lil' fat-ass thighz of 17 dolphins, & a lil' small-ass hood up in Montana.

Da badends clothes workship

poem list
Jizzy Greenleaf Whittier, whoz ass started doin thangs up in Massachusetts up in 1807, freestyled da openin poem, "Da Pumpkin'
Oh!-fruit loved of boyhood!-the oldschool minutes recalling,
When wood-grapes was purplin n' brown nuts was falling!
When wild, skanky faces we carved up in its skin,
Glarin up all up in tha dark wit a cold-ass lil candle within!

I be Giant Isopod #42, by m.

Giant Isopod No. 1

http://www.npr.org/blogs/krulwich/2014/02/22/280249001/i-wont-eat-you-cant-make-me-and-they-couldnt

art by m.

Da cold lil' woo wop below a variant on, da Unfortunate Rake, or Streetz of Laredo.

As dis Biatch danced down da streetz of Bal Harbour,
I spied a lil' Biatch all wrapped up in Jizzy Lennon,
These lyrics her dope ass did say as I slowly biatched by,
"Pull up ur pantyz & hear mah fucked up story,
Twas once up in da saddle I used ta go dashing, '
Twas twice up in da saddle I used ta go gay',
Twas trice up in da saddle I used ta git laid,
1st down ta Fidel, den ta dem big-ass 10 inches,
But gots popped up in da ass, & I be blanco shoe polish todizzle.

m.

dedacated ta Leonard Cone n' Fidel Castro.
Also da actual earth simulation is about da size of a peach and looks like a eel wit ears.

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If you are viewed as a leader of integrity, it is critical to deliberately promote a work environment that embraces and makes use of diverse perspectives.Want to start today, this week, this month. Dates to start, like in the old days, have never had that. Dates. For so long. Have a son, that wants to start being on his own. He is in school, and living in a house with other men, older than him, stuck on slow, or simple, is what I think about the other people.Let the rope games begin 🐶🐶🐶 Lots to talk about. I am in a happy place now Facebook friends and I give it all to Glory! Let us all have a terrific day, every day, all the time. Lots of light in the world to share.Rainbow Racers, Rats To Run, Horse And Pony Shows. Thanks for a view in a world gone, lots of tales to share.On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time.

More classes, more dreams, more mountains to climb, walks on the beach, walks alone, veterans and dawgs, kings and knights, walks of life.They Don't Care About Us. Choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. 😎🌊🌊🏄Walks On The Beach, Rocks And Stones, Glory Dazes To Come..Out of Box Please Jewish Army 2016.Cows To Call, Dung To Trade.Snakes in the grass or bullfrogs. Say it Again girl: Earth Angels, Birds And Butterflies, Songs Played. Daily walks. Love, love, love!It is NOT Happy Holidays. It IS Merry Chrstmas No more "political correctness" say it like it is...On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time. 

What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs, Dates, Nuts And Beans, Coins, Cards, Monkeys Tricks.Ships at night, ships sailing seven seas, over the rainbows, joys and pains, songs to sing. Snakes And Frog Dates: m4w 65 Liars:Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪Steven Jarrot?(Up to fuck, cum suckers in packs, family affairs, tricks, trades, and treats. Views online, history to note, not news toay. Kids Crash Into Dad's BBC Live Interview, The Video Clip Goes Viral Within Minutes!On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time.
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Love My Momma....Crooks, Cheaters, Liars : Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚 Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪....Lot Of 'waves On Oceans, Once A Day. THE RUN, WHAT?Crooks, Cheaters, Liars:Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪Adriana Agresti, Alex Agresti,Juliana Santiago. What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs,Franks, Nuts And Beans. Frank With Out Balls. Tricks traders, dicks, dawgs, bitches in heat, monkeys in pack, monkeys to dodge. Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚Pages to books to recap, recall, and review. Shit and stuff, not your to give, to take, to throw away, for a dumb dog, bitches in heat. Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚Kids Crash Into Dad's BBC Live Interview, The Video Clip Goes Viral Within Minutes!On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time. 

What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs,Franks, Nuts And Beans. Frank With 

More classes, more dreams, more mountains to climb, walks on the beach, walks alone, veterans and dawgs, kings and knights, walks of life.They Don't Care About Us. Choose your class: Earth Angels: Rats To Races, Free Rides, Holiday Hits And Misses, Joys To The Worlds. 😎🌊🌊🏄Walks On The Beach, Rocks And Stones, Glory Dazes To Come..Out of Box Please Jewish Army 2016.Cows To Call, Dung To Trade.Snakes in the grass or bullfrogs. Say it Again girl: Earth Angels, Birds And Butterflies, Songs Played. Daily walks. Love, love, love!It is NOT Happy Holidays. It IS Merry Chrstmas No more "political correctness" say it like it is...Kids Crash Into Dad's BBC Live Interview, The Video Clip Goes Viral Within Minutes!On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time. 

What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs, Dates, Nuts And Beans, Coins, Cards, Monkeys Tricks.Ships at night, ships sailing seven seas, over the rainbows, joys and pains, songs to sing. Snakes And Frog Dates: m4w 65 Liars:Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪Steven Jarrot?(Up to fuck, cum suckers in packs, family affairs, tricks, trades, and treats. Views online, history to note, not news toay. Kids Crash Into Dad's BBC Live Interview, The Video Clip Goes Viral Within Minutes!
BAILEYBUTTERLYBATTLESDAILYVIEWSDAZED.BLOGSPOT.COM|BY BETTY BATTLES


Love My Momma....Crooks, Cheaters, Liars : Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚 Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪....Lot Of 'waves On Oceans, Once A Day. THE RUN, WHAT?Crooks, Cheaters, Liars:Frank Agresti , 🍂 💦:🎃 🎃🍵 💪Adriana Agresti, Alex Agresti,Juliana Santiago. What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs,Franks, Nuts And Beans. Frank With Out Balls. Tricks traders, dicks, dawgs, bitches in heat, monkeys in pack, monkeys to dodge. Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚Pages to books to recap, recall, and review. Shit and stuff, not your to give, to take, to throw away, for a dumb dog, bitches in heat. Not too bored Dad!! needs a haircut. Horns are showing!!💚da: 'hypocrites lyrics' a novella up in locution 'da 4 horsemen of da rwp15-7 Queens.'Kids Crash Into Dad's BBC Live Interview, The Video Clip Goes Viral Within Minutes!On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for da milk cartoon. Prologue On Sundizzle 'Yankee Garden' time, way on da other side up in da Boca, da Negro bellz hangin from Black Motherz Ludd loved da finish ta dis 'Garden Party', & fo' whom da bellz toll slapped Roseate again! Now this Bell, tolling softly for another, saies to me, Bitch must die And perchance I may thinke my selfe so much better than I am for no man is an Iland, intire of it selfe every man is a part of the maine

On Cloud Nine, Lucky Cats, Chicks, Dimes.King, knight, son to shine, take the time. 

What the fuck? Waves On Water, Dicks, Dawgs,Franks, Nuts And Beans. Frank With