this week i

flew to approval voting district of cori bush.  lonely high note before ella sings, that's anticipation fulfilled, str8 thru 2the mr6 boku.  in-flight t-shirts

<h1>get the tattoo</h1><br><h2>your family is already disappointed</h2>

<h3>don't blame me<br>i didn't vote for him</h3>


ate fajitas bubulae with priestly pal before wapor.  if i were a cardinal i would have voted for you / that's one of many reasons you're not a cardinal
 




wonder if pepe le pew ever cured a furry.  in addition to skunkwork cosplayer dr. frankenstein boast coolest job ever, le fat cat newspaper of record unequivocal that two million who committed no crime walled in on every side.  guncopters targeting blind quadriplegics now patrol fridge fishermen

 

presented both books at the world association of public opinion research conference, detours for slam and cahokia (larger than london in twelve fifty)







dragged my jaw across each floor of the city museum of saint louis.  may the dwellings of our heavenly afterlives be even one tenth as fuckin' swag





 


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