Sunday, January 17, 2010

LA POUTEENAGE TIMBOMB

In the morning I heard a quiet egg being made. who dares? I put my jumpsuit onn and jumped out the plane. we were in Milan.

i demand soft boiled at 145 degrees farenheit for eggsactly 45 minutes. You like the joke and you sort of think i'm a good guy, but my stare tells you, hey, i killed my dad. you retrieve your digital thermometer and i quietly commend your survival instinct.

stood shocked

i grabbed the glock and the usa today walked slowly through the hotel and became a dude in a disaster.

guess what, i hailed a GD cab and met the Concorde. Ghis is something natural. Please call me on the plane phone 1-800-FRESH.

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