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marie shriver
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i remember her at 14 at the kennedy bash she was so butch,she threw a hand at me then screamed it was my great grandfather that cursed the kennedys.
you'll pay she said...oh dear oh dear,wot a big fat lesbian you are gave yourself away that night. that & your marraige to arne,have you ever seen your body language,you both can't stand each other.yuo can't expect anybody to believe your best friend line,your hands are such a big giveaway,i imagine your children in years to come will know.it's alright i know of a decent hand surgeeon perhps he can give you new ones a bit more feminine. you never wrote in all those years to apologise,tinkertrash to the end,where are yuor manners.tinkertrash if i knew of a girl that had gone what i had gone thorugh i would never have drwn attention to her attacks no but you my little lesbian yuor butchness came out that night didn't it sweetie? well as my great grandpappy passed down to me which if i wanted to i could share but i think marie yuo nasty lower middle tinkertrash piece of nepotism,yeah right yu got your jobs through talent your decided your fate all those years ago. arnie i don't know why anybody didn't eplain it to you from the beginning if you go back in time the present cannot be changed.the terminator it really was very horrid. wow all you had to was apologise tinkertrash,your teachings are just tinkertrash. nasty little lower middles with money,laughable,ignorable. keighwhytoitall? |
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| <arno>
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did u take your medicine today?
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I can't explain, therfore, how the why of the tinkertrash of her euphoria was formed. So much the better that her Kennedy compound was violated by a terminating extract of an Austrian milk hating lover. In governance to the present one wishes to know what alien babies were formed by this unholy union of tinkertrash whore killers. It is not known why the uncle of the lover was ever the kindest to the babies of the union, but wherefore thee goest thou? And so, it is that you did not listen to the harkening of the angels that called you forth from the bossom of Chapaquidick, the undead form of the girl slain by your nepotistic clan. Calista is jealous of your ravenous form, you of the ones who came from the ground bearing fruits of the labors of the slain. So it is that with that were are left with sounds of nothing or that of a Keanau whoa, that from whence we came, and should therefore go again. Never to hear, never to be seen again, until next time that we are called by the horn of Valhalla. Forsooth!
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| <genma>
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The tinkertrash of her euphoria why it is formed and high I how therfore explanation, it is not possible. So to be better her blend of Kennedy's violated by the extract of conclusion of the Austrian milk which hates the sweetheart. The baby of some foreign country the unholy it was formed with the governance to present 1 by this combination of the killer of the prostitute of the tinkertrash, we would like to know. The uncle of the sweetheart why was most kind to the baby of combination, but whether the goest thou of the thee of the wherefore it is not known, as for that? and so, that you called you from the bossom of the harkening Chapaquidick of the angel, it is not to inquire about the undead form of the girl who is murdered by your nepotistic clan. The Calista your ravenous form namely the thing you it is jealous, you were murdered it came from the terrestrial bearing fruit of work. Therefore we came, the whence we should go for the second time, is so that what and or what of the whoa of the Keanau, that sound the that of that the going away which is, the empty. In order us to hear to the thing following time which is called by the angle of the Valhalla, never, never because it is seen for the second time. Forsooth!
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There was a young girl called Marie,
who knew exactly what she wanted to be, An easy life, as a trophy wife, to a Austrian who looked like a tree. they have the internet on computers now? |
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| <wake>
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The tinkertrash -oh! the tinkertrash! - of her euphoria, like the song we all sang, floating gently on rafts in the Pacific, to encourage the moon to rise. The tinkertrash - reflecting jarring face made of angles stolen from Picasso's flattening phase. The tinkertrash - flotsam and jetsam of lies she told to him and he told to her and they told to us. We eat euphoria, only to realize that it was the glue of the raft on which we were standing, then we drown.
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