Friday, June 22, 2018
Sunday Morning
Slid into her DMs without much warning; wouldn't be surprised if I broke a pelvic muscle or some shit. Anyhoot, hoes be swiping left while I'm spamming Report; (1) Bot all over their nonexistent faces. It's five o'clock on the dot and this lackadaisical sun-drenched day is well underway (fun-fetched). Lost a few spelling contests on technicalities (my Latin alphabet letters were not acceptable for their philistine arses). So we go. So we go-go—push this fucking baby out. Get it out of my system. Alright let's name it. John Long Johnson, Jr. Little Dong for short. Never met a girl of which I didn't think: "We can work with that." Double negative for those supple mega-tits. Fuck, I shoulda jerked the Dong Sr. before writing this pathetic post. My New Jersey Liberty play tonight against some expansion vanity team; I might watch. Tina Charles is carrying my bricksquad on her chiseled back. PM me with ideas on how to the spend the next three to 1,247 hours. It's a long life for a small wife.
Sunday, June 3, 2018
World Cute
Editors on the deck, sipping on this post like curry. Slurping its yellow-green spice. The finest taste in the Northeast Web-Log. Get absolutely annihilated my off-white bunch. Let's see to the friends that we have a means to the ends. Greens for my mens. Any & all ways: lost the touch; now I'm eating fries from yesteryear off the carpet. Lost my appetite for construction. Stupid meandering thought bubbles arrowed by love-loss. A Fangraph(s) article entitled: "Nick Blogger's K rate has exponentially increased, and here's why". It's the featured piece for the day entitled Today. Cornered into a some sun-battered Gilmore Girls reruns. Let's see if the Lore holds up to today's scrutinizing standards. So-so, my pomo promos are no-lo really worth finishing. Not worth the effort; best write some crapsolute garbagio. Post #20 I think—not even worthy of his god-given Title. Break-break for a lil game of skill. Have twelve girlfriends waiting for responses on Okay Q-Tip. Just fucking depreciate my measly state. Got out of couch today and that's step number one out of numb. Back back to the wall, this post has been caught by a fan! Interference; so we'll never know if it was good.
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