erstwhile
paste! my pelvis is groggy with the chowder of centuries. soggy with the powder of sentries, who have yet to remedy "the falling out of the watch tower" part 2, act 332. i keep my johnson in the pants of time reversal, stichomancy field, w/o rhubarb jewelry a/o flu shots from priest holmes. 031207
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