by Brian McCloskey
Sometimes people will dispute the release. I hope I don't die today because then this horrible diary will be all I have to show for my life. I admire your notion of fair odds. It's about the heart. What to think about when you wear clothes. A natural expression of a man's love for his lady. I've been flying my helicopter naked. Freckle's ugly cousin. He lost his thumb to sugar. I want to know what the hell the blueberry's doing. I love ladies. Those are very vigorous numbers. I get physically sick looking at these numbers. I like the orange truck. Most of the plot tends to be just filler for the story line. This is going to be a shame. Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through. Are we driving through plutonium? My house on fire in the midday sun is more than I can watch. It would have to be the puff. You can only ignore two giant lemons for so long. She knelt in front of him and helped him on with a pair of nylons. The candy house is finished. She's an urban nun and she hates the countryside. They pour the red moth. Chips enlarged to show texture. It's always fun. It would have been so much bad for me. Why separate knob? I have now and again thought about keeping a corpse. Ivory field for hands lost in egg.