silberg thinks i have gone off the deep end. "chairman, these ideas will never see the chi-lite of dorris day" he exclaimed to me. you may say that i'm a dreamer but we all need someone to lennon or we will withers away into a state of nothingness. is there any elmo hope left, and if so, what sesame street does he live on? i don't like to brag, but i have a big bird, which helped me to win an oscar at the porn awards.
i was so angry yesterday. i was gonna jack jones up, and make him damone, for i am tired of being the victim. i just want to get it away from it all and move to steve lawrence and go to mass and listen to the high priest of bop. is that too much to ask and he will tv guide you ask he's there beside you. you add up the besides to get the perimeter. ray allen is a great shooter from the perimeter and he deserves to garnett more attention for his skills. i kidd you not, he can make a defender nash his teeth, and while they may try ginobli to stop him, he will pierce their defenses and make them all look like kerrs, sending them to the eddie dog house. horace granted, it's only a game, but preying won't help you none when he goes in for the kill. i ain't lion, for he sours like steve, he has the eye of the tiger and is a junk yard dog. he is superfly. you may snooker at this remark, but i think it is a remarkable one, if i do say so myself. for who else was gonna say it. perhaps ron say, or perhaps jackie wilson will say you will, but he gets lonely sometimes and cries teardrops from his eyes. wilson often cried rainn drops, as did dee clark, who got a job as a clark at a bar in an office building after his singing days were over. great michael scott, i wonder how much bread he made? i will phyllis you in when i get the chance. these jokes are going right down the shrute and are worthy of an oscar for best comedy essay. essay alot of things, but not all of them are true. i speak my minnnd and always give a serling effort, because i have a steak in the issue, which comes out the 1st of every month, period. it's that time of month again when i get sarah weeks in the knees and think of a june holliday away from the john maddening crowd. a jennifer flowers, a trip to the troy hudson river, sailing with bobby darin in the billy ocean, is that too much to ask? where can a thomas mann find a penis? yes, this is german to the topic. irish you knew that. perhaps we could talk about it at the pub, bub. but no, you have things to do, yes you do do do.
have you heard of the return of the big mac? i was gonna save that whopper of a comment, but my brain is fried from all the french classes i've taken. we toasted the teacher after watching a george burns movie which got the students all fired up and opened the doors to other paul pressing concerns, but i will continue to buck the system and i will spurs all offers to conform even if conforming would nets me a fine income. i would rather be a true patriots than travel with the jet set,. my aim is to be a giants among men, to be a trailblazer moving at supersonic speed and to see al attles before i go to that great basketball court in the sky masterson. for i'm a master, son. for you, my reader and i, may make for an odd couple, but i unger for a connection, so please redd on and don't be a freeloader like freddie.
what is the point of this, sister? give me a pointer please please please before i brown in my own tears. i can't even keep track of these lines as everything gets smokey, for there is too much on my platter at the dinah. so first, i drink down my kafi as my thoughts go annan and annan, and i dream of the nations of the world united in harmony. will we ever get along penis? and if so, will we be able to sing the blue balls? all i know is we will have more dick dialogues later.
peace.
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