…..I heard there were pictures, of Obama getting hit by the Diddler, butt ass naked listening to the whispers, a scheme that must have been schemed by the Riddler, baby oils don’t spoil, held in the hands of royals, sprung springs until they sprung coils, confetti with sparkling dots and specks of aluminum foils, the oils made it less of a toil, but I think that’s where I got this boil; I know it’s hard to connect the dots, better call Spock, it’s like our political scene it’s hard to figure out what they mean, America’s about die in a car crash like James Dean.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 28th, 2024 07:13
- Category: Unclassified
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