Bitches or dogs, bitches in heat, bitches in control, hands down, hands out to lead the way. Bitches and dogs, hats to wear, part of the time, way of the world. Have a few things to share, and I can agree with some of the things that you wrote. Have been stuck in place for a month it seems, have things going on and no one to talk about it. I am a black female, to let you know, working on height and weight positions to maintain, have been making it work, dances to keep it off. Have lots of dreams of greatness, would like a little help alone the way, a giant like you, age factors to check, moving forward, march madness returns. Diamonds in the sky, diamonds in the ground, diamonds to be minded, seven days a week, wars and battles to be won, trips to the moon and back.
Lovers and haters, goats and sheep, horns of love and hate, horns to sound. Hats of hair, hairs of wigs, horns for ears, horns of a band of angels, here to grow, the earth angels the sinners and the saints, monkeys, frogs and fish, seven seas to sail. Games of lovers, games of haters, songs to play on the radio, over the waves of sound. Happy to share, happy to grow, happy to meet new friends, strangers to start, love and like to grow. What to do now? stats, ages, location, baby boomer of 1950s? 420 connected also, retired, and looking for a new way of life? In Riverside for the season, have plans to go places, have to have a friend in the works to be more in the future, that the plan in the works, balls in the air, hope flying, heated fires to burn.
Tales of lovers, dead and gone, the same day, it looks like, way to go. Love to the grave. Love and hate, Phylliss the name of peace, love and hate, lovers over time and space, lived once, dead came to a tree for him, and her-Phyllis and branch on his tree, together forever, Adam And Eve. Without the snake in the grass, without the snake in the garden, lover aand haters, back in time, in a Greek way. Hats to wear, tales to share, games to play. Two wives fools, need a third frog to mate for last days. Alone?
Sad story for actions Sarah, Maya Moore, Rocky, Rats, Rachel Jarrot, also.
Dogs in house to fuck, pet for attention, sucks animals, men and frogs.
Classes for better life to teach old people sire, brothers, mother dead.
Marty Girl with eight ways to talk in United States or back with kids?
When I say "Oh, I'm fine.." I want someone to look me in the eye and say "Ok, now tell the truth."....Life was hell for me, once, some time ago, found a snake, and frog, land whale to date. Just like my mother, just like my sisters, pimp on wheels, tricked and taken to hell and back.
RV campers for life, life on the beach in a tin can, old and dated, dream life for some. Hell and back for us, Starr and Maya Jarrot, friends with mothers, sisters to me, over time and space, stories of theirs to share. LLisa and Rocky Moore, sister-wives, sisters in hell, time on the cross to tell, stories of lovers, tales of haters.
Sinners and saints, wolves and cattle, coins to flip. Born day out of stupid brains, got day old stupid instead, good looks given for luck. Happy and delighted for time and space, lessons learned, more joys and pains, in the trips with hell hounds and wolves. Skills learned never failed, had a lot of attempts in learning, over the years. Gifts to share with oral skills of a frog for the drugs, sex and the rolls in the hay. Turns taken daily to sit and spin on the faces of the cum drinkers, for the tasteful delights of the family members, Rachel, Sheri, Charles R. Jarrot, the jackasses dead, undead and unstable, facing the fires of the schools of hard knocks.
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