Getting a base outside our
Ever expanding realm.
Do you think the high commander
Hasn’t felt as important
In most aspects of his life
When there is nothing,
The big words roll out.
Today I am thankful
And yet I don’t understand the lack of
Wordplay from socializers.
It’s like you’re on there to be berated
And I still was applying my case to your side.
But it’s unusual,
For a man cheerleader
To pump guns
And win the war for the abused women
In every country I’ve studied
This yearly focus is clearly south Africa
Black ass mamba.
I feel stout.
The extra three inches of dick,
I tell you, isn’t really required for you.
So maybe if you just like the sweet meaty flavor
And it sounds like fucking after dessert.
Let’s Christen the place
In honor of the world’s four stars.
The honor guard they left me in charge of
Is completely just like the regular armed services
With enough supporters
To, not eliminate,
But to leave tears of joy in our men’s hearts
And the ptsd would wither away
And your day of fate
Seems more to me than you,
When my actions are merely my fingers transferring thought
At the speed of
But fuck you guys, I’m eatin’ wheton’
The dark side of ales from whales.
Natural flavor added
Uuh, that distinct salt fire
Came from kurt’s nuts