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[Jan. 30th, 2015|07:02 pm]
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When your wife’s terms turns your stomach.

We serve brains in a clear brain sauce.

The first time I came out my grandchildren accidently sunk my yacht. The Cleo.
The first time I came out I was on a beach staring at The Cleo explaining myself away to a Captain Ron impersonator.

The first time I came out there was sand in my shoes and I had to smack the soles until the snake crawled back to its cage.

The first time I came out I bought a hot dog and didn’t appreciate the vendor’s comments.

The first time I came out I airplaned back to see the brothers Barthelme to also ask if they’d quit gambling. We had tea.

The first time I came out was just outside Mississippi’s border and Kentucky looked squareish and promising.

The first time I came out Allah barked.

The very first time I came out I had all the money in the world and had nothing to do without. Cocaine was too hard to get.

The last time I came out I bothered a brother for change and he simplified my exercise program.             

The first time I went back in I was asked to leave.

The first time I went back in I threaded a needle on the first try.

The first time I went back in the dart I threw hit the bullseye and I was blindfolded and everyone cheered.

The first time I went back in I drank a large glass of cold ice water and got a killer headache.

The first time I went back in I came out and the Weblo smelled the difference.

The first time I came I was a Weblo and shit the bed.

It was my father’s hand-me-down.

The bed was an object. The sheets were counted as two, above and below, and sucked up my cum.

The bed was a small place, a twin. An identical twin to stick my dick in.

I bled my brother harshly and kissed his eyes asleep.

I came out and found my son’s wedding ring.

Pipes upon pipes dressed their wrencher as a blinging bail.

I can find you out of jail if you give me a fucking second.


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