Tightly gripped silver rounded bearing unconsciously dominate all action of thought never finding stolen strawberries sought and empty travels doomed all thought thus finding not the opportune orange nor did I locate its matching rhyme and out loud I just screamed FUCK!
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I got excited when thinking if I knew what a fortnight was I could taste some oranges but then I got all scared about the daggers. ???
Something to cut up the oranges with?
Freakin perfect. , explains quickly how much I need you.
I (and Bobby too probably) are lost in the cryptic maze! heehee.
More like labyrinth orcz. 🙂
Fir fucking sure. Was scared the dingo was gonna eat my oranges??
dingo's found a taste for fruit, mmm...
Been practicing my “mate”
Oranges please!
Tightly gripped silver rounded bearing unconsciously dominate all action of thought never finding stolen strawberries sought and empty travels doomed all thought thus finding not the opportune orange nor did I locate its matching rhyme and out loud I just screamed FUCK!
Oh, me only remaining comment is: F, F, F, and F. And furthermore: F, F, F, and F! Steady on there, Orchi, says Fido! lol.
Twas my take on Humphrey Bogart in the
Caine Mutiny
Twas my take on Humphrey Bogart in the
Caine Mutiny
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