The Sinatra is on, its not too late but not early, and here we are. Well here you are since I have long since written this and went about my business. The issue I regret to inform you for this piece of pseudo entertainment is.....well, I was going to say because I have no material but that's why you take notes as inspiration hits especially when the ole short term starts going south like a pair of knockers on an eighty year old hooker.
I came to just throw out a few for those that don't know me, or my blogs by now. I want them to get into it real deep like the fingers they dig in their ass to nose lives with, cause if they don't like this they must be gay because they fuck themselves all the time. They should tell their women if they indeed have them...and only women that i got some birthday cake dick for em cause that shits so good. This is the vicious high friction uranium rich viscosity that causes atrocity with nerve damage from bashing your little hands on the mouse at that big X when you run into my name on a blog. Or was that when you threw yourself down the stairs cause you realized your mom only kept getting pregnant cause she didn't swallow? Or is it cause your girl friend cant say shit since she looks like lady gaga with a sawed off stuck up her ass waiting to blow? Pointing fingers at me? I'm shocked you can keep em out your asshole long enough to even smell the stink so before you decide to talk remember the only fame you'll ever have, is What i give you.
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