she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
I think I missed something...oh well.
truly.among one of my fondest memories.Liz.Masticating Wiener-dog. Priceless.
Much better. Pervs and their food...I once was a cook at a family camp.We must have cooked about 1000 nasty looking half rotten susages. Don't know what was worse having to cook them, or watching the poor bastards scarf them down.
this wouldn't have happened to be the camp in Orlando where I was one of those poor victims?
I think poor bastards was the word, and yes you would have been one of them. Maybe that's where it started.
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