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[mmmmeeer-blog]

[purposeoftheporpoise-blog]

Sherbet.

The couch of my loins grows thick with despair. The meadow of Lucifer retaliates with ample hallucination. In the wake of our overhead, blocks topple on buzzer. Lime sucks lemon's dick. Hair is frigid with the freshness of mint. Itching the scalp of the caps of the alps. Humming along is the sidecar of the turtle. Coarse is the curb of your delusions. Slimming is the top-hat of self-destruction. REtarded is the life that you live. Fake is the half that you have. Furry is the underside of your hang-glider. Trashy is the dullness of your pants. Slip-resistant is not your soul. Parts of his car are not found in the shop. mail-order is the marriage for fatties. Trench coats would be much more popular if perverts had more balls. Enigma is the smell you've just noticed. Blotched is the mark you've just made. Hammer is what the foot should avoid. void salts for fire doesn't make sense. Tasks are your pathetic distraction. Gruff is the snout on which you die. Hamilton grows his stories next to your house. Neanderthal knows more than the degree. partnership is worse than not claiming a fart. Part your heart with or without dart. 

[seconddrink-blog-blog-blog]

I crack up every time J.K. Rowling describes Dudley.