The theater

02: it has taken root here in the dressing gown!. The red squirrel lives on the couch now it feels natural to have it around and I, still the proud beloved telepath is scinded between last solution and dialling from my mum once I get to receive the bling last week in Munich, still sealed at the zoo that your father kept: Theresa allowed to prowl naked in Brado Den 0. Where is the cat,? some meow missing, the little pratt has taken in another loopy familiar in my house this week, sticky filth!. May this one be Reduy as my patience is crying kill the ephett and make us two back in 1967...too stoopid to uncope with cell, solute public has allowed her to peak ad bortion, boredom, que none, the teevee is dead.....Uutside of the church,! Blaring, graving, greaving grivelling. Her finally demured on this day. amen...he aint not squirrel, it is Glenn, you think I am stoopid, you freaky lunacheek!! The family owns this city, my aunt is Dela, the creek in Brooklyn, freaky chimp and remember, ok, the teather leaves outside, babe baba babe!!! if you wish to oggle on the cobs, may you line outside with the other radishes...you fig! Ma Live