Sunday, September 11, 2011

In Which the Kinder Farms Rise

I mentioned in the past that your procreating sample: complete balderdash. As I sit and wait for the crows to disperse on this overcast Sunday morn I ponder what life would be like if Technicolor was still used in modern film making. Many Farms have come and gone on the Dewdney Trunk overpass most notably the burrows in which whom other than Aaron Peniswalker spends his days. Phallic joysticks have been a subject of debate in the past couple of decades and I say that hat the Republicans are saying is a caboodle of cockamamy claptrap. Betwixt the demeaning neighbourhood of Watts and Norway is a little yellow island of the north of Kahtmandu.

May Desmond enter you always.

6 comments:

  1. In Kinder Farms dragonflies fornicate vigorously making hope sandwiches and swinging wildly to your little Lee Zuman heart.

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  2. But what must you do to reach up the tender buttocks of truth

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  3. Feeling the gaping mouth of intimacy to the point of bursting my yield some answers.

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  4. You ask for my favourite brand of condom well here is a link to a picture of them: http://www.lolroflmao.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/pokemon-condom.jpg

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  5. Gotta Catch 'Em All! Words to live by... but to die by? That good sir is the question.

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