guess the overview is what we make of it...like when they was screaming the kid was going to be enrolled in his father's tribe they acted like his dad was signing him up to become a homo...
more I thought on it more I thought, my sense of humor..it's not been turned into asphalt...
so this halibut he ain't for real...nah...it's just a fish and that's it...y9u know...has happened...
torn in two over it cried some he's brought the fish back to the pond but he ate it down to skin and bones he did...and he wasn't too nice about it neither, t hat one...belied and bellicose because he's traveling all over the peninsula as though he didn't hab no wyefff at home, calles hesself married too like we was partners in an AIM celebration and then he broked my knuckles didn't he
said he was cummin home played at it but didn't hang around long enough to notice that t he skin was parseced into a great buncha tunafish and why we didn't get know of that I don't know...t hought so but there it is up in australia I guess they got some clean coons that bark...wears they called ...koalas yeah that's sorta how it is...we drink some I drinks a bit we drink water and the toilet plugs and what does the white man do about this, absolutely abhors the stuff as though Dan catchem never existed...the hallitoooya brigade...write'em up...back in the day when Hamill gave me the 'tou sand' I was optional, for sure, lookin' at the greased lightening of the forearm what he was not very stinkey and some of that grouse was a bird doggett as thought we didn't know it was about the haltunens....mmmhmmm yeah I waears that boot
said I could understand that there be a deer lightening of it and on the close side there was a [pig sticlett tjat p[topmed the medical alerts for some time he was a grim weebler and that was a sure par dawn grill if what you make of it is a lonesome analog designed for slig pickens..see??
that's my story and I'm sticken'
more I thought on it more I thought, my sense of humor..it's not been turned into asphalt...
so this halibut he ain't for real...nah...it's just a fish and that's it...y9u know...has happened...
torn in two over it cried some he's brought the fish back to the pond but he ate it down to skin and bones he did...and he wasn't too nice about it neither, t hat one...belied and bellicose because he's traveling all over the peninsula as though he didn't hab no wyefff at home, calles hesself married too like we was partners in an AIM celebration and then he broked my knuckles didn't he
said he was cummin home played at it but didn't hang around long enough to notice that t he skin was parseced into a great buncha tunafish and why we didn't get know of that I don't know...t hought so but there it is up in australia I guess they got some clean coons that bark...wears they called ...koalas yeah that's sorta how it is...we drink some I drinks a bit we drink water and the toilet plugs and what does the white man do about this, absolutely abhors the stuff as though Dan catchem never existed...the hallitoooya brigade...write'em up...back in the day when Hamill gave me the 'tou sand' I was optional, for sure, lookin' at the greased lightening of the forearm what he was not very stinkey and some of that grouse was a bird doggett as thought we didn't know it was about the haltunens....mmmhmmm yeah I waears that boot
said I could understand that there be a deer lightening of it and on the close side there was a [pig sticlett tjat p[topmed the medical alerts for some time he was a grim weebler and that was a sure par dawn grill if what you make of it is a lonesome analog designed for slig pickens..see??
that's my story and I'm sticken'
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