nothing... talking to a married chick.
    take a collective licking, mister/miz etcetera. (Pete Cetera fans burn slowly, unevenly.)

carl: there's no such thing as straight-up pussy. it's always on the rocks.
joan: there's no such thing as silent dick.
 

they are listening to see if I will appear, she confided. the couch was very comfortable, sinky, forcing us to rub shoulders. the snacks were stale, put out too early, and the hostess already too drunk. my headache was moving down into the tip of my nose.

whatre you on? the exchange rate is hardly one-to-one on Taiwan yuan. I went to my happy place: smoking in a donut shop waiting for my girlfriend to call on the pay phone. what's happening? nothing so far. a moment to have taste sensations.
    former don juan to the captain's table. the final customer of the day, her bedraggled
                                                                                        and slit skirt.

anslit prudhomme, change the locks on the envelope drawer mowers overhead. ca-ching went the cash drawers, zoom-zooming out. can I cook went the daurghter, pruning being completed on the peaches in the side yard. sweaty and heavenly flour. there is work to be done and several things can be called buns. just for fun.

one moment said juan as he placed the folded yuan in the cash drawer.

visibly viable, the photographer put on his trial. found not mocking or admiring. is it work or art?

I hate the smell of bacon when I'm smoking in my high window at 9:30. makes me wanna go camping and I can't.
    I hate you, too, by the way. just enough to do some things about it.

passive aggressive with heavy rocks.

"what are you wearing?"
    a smile.

smoking girls
are whores

the final customer at the bank, an after-hours extra aftershave handshake come-a-calling, by Hobbs Chino Chang Lowenstein-Barre. cha-ching cha-ching says the president lisping thru parted incisors.
    having sized up the customer, ms. steinblatz fits her perfectly in a loving companion girdle by merle of chattauqua.

what have I done to my skin?!?

merle of chattauqua is all about him some girdles.

nobody says, "I'm gonna close this door." they just do it.
 
 

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