NormI am the Chief Jonathan’s Mummahs boy
The Chief ruled the roost with an iron fist and a calloused Member. He had more than one of those. Fuck he was happy! He adopted me after seeking out any spatially challenged persons with financial ailments and the ability to touch a few keys in order, and I was thankfully free like a fuck in a forest. I play off my handicap. He plays off scratch. His authority was final and total and complete and statistical. His statistical and fiscal pickle was never hysterical; it was a prickle and a tickle (no mention of cabbies here). Cracking funny bones with a feather was not the Chief’s hobbyhorse. Don’t get him started on sausages and juicy cuts of meat. You’ll get the book chucked at you faster than it takes to makes some fuck ugly pictures and call it Art! Vacant lots are OK; say what you will about a frog-hotel. You’ll be rolling in the aisle of your mind-isle with his file on bile; it must exist. Code comes in all manner of hyper-text. Cow or bullshit? The latter is what the Chief stepped into with his five digits scooping up the scraps. You have to hand it to him, this or bullshit. He gave me this shit and for that I’m think full. The profits are their own deserts. He’s cranky because people keep winding him up. I just am! Fuck I'm a miserable miser. Watch out you’re next. You’ll be smiling and laughing if you value that like some of us do. Not the Chief, cracking one on his cheeks would be tantamount to Tantalus eating apple-pie. Thank you Chief for adopting me but I’m one sick elephant. The Chief and the Member: opposite.
Rugby World Cup 2007
I can't comment with my usual...punache...
This has me in hysterics!!!!!!
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You....ParaNORMal...
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