I’M resorting to a stroh’s light from 3 summers agod.
It’s aged beyond agoe
Aloe wine cheeses and booze
Stuck in the meaty blood potion
Stomaching a fernbrew
Jag of the generalist judge
The tricounty ruling was pretty much automatic
But if the woman wishes to see me
Then I’ll appear in blue dark spiral
The storm in my armpits is going postal
I feel my nuts pumping for ego
The superbaby of another age
And lineage of culture
That’ll I’ll desire my heartest to know
I dearly beloved you
And they leave like miscarriages
Just like the worst of all
They’re the same thing if momma
Gets smoke blown out her ass
And the coming to’s of this decadence
Cherish the moments we spend together
I’ll mostly be sleeping or arousing school
The warrants for my arrest are all tried out
Except a judge of southern florida
Who did not recognize my BIMINI as a kingdom.
Jayla, what’s procedure on this?
“JUST WAIT FOR THAT OLD BASTARD TO KICK THE BUCKET!”
NO ACTION TAKEN
then neither does this amernica exist
and I declare war on all judges to complete this test.
Nasa is protected by which kingdom:
All of the above
DO YOU GUYS NEED NUKE TESTING?
I KEEP RUNNING MY MICROWAVE
WHEN I’M TRYING TO BAKE OVEN STOVE