Of course I would kill something for you.
| Posted by P at 12:08 PM |
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft! hey!
Yeah, mm-hmm, it's true
big birds make
big doo! I got fire inside
my "huppa"-chimp(TM)
oooh yeah baby gonna shake & bake then take
AWWWWWL your monee, honee (tee hee)
gonna be agreessive, greasy aw yeah god
wanna DOOT! DOOT!
off the paddy field and git
uggah duggah buggah biggah buggah muggah
hey! hey! you stoopid Mick! get
Cuz I love thee. Thank you God, for listening!
me some chocolate Quik
and stir it up sick put a Q-tip in it
pocka-mocka-chocka-locka-DING DONG
fuck! shit! piss! oh it's so sad that
syndrome what's it called tourette's
make me HAI-EE! shout out loud
I could probably get you a really good deal on that bridge
| Posted by P at 10:58 AM |
- I teach elementary school in a small town in South Georgia. I have love the falling, I have been teaching third grade for the unmaking with gasps for 13 years, and consider myself, without missing bits an "expert" in third time that I think grade that man make me math! I am traced the mother of ever hill three beautiful valleys, one little girl a valley: an eight year old hill really, another but her body is five years old, and one year old. I am married to a football coach but he doesn't know it, so I am quite often a single parent.
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