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and it had bucket seats, right?

well. you look fabulous. i need to lose probably 30 lbs by this point. but, i'm still fine as hell. however, the fam and house and etc, i feel frumpy. so...i am thinking about doing a whole new wardrobe. and wearing more heels and wedges. iono. i also wanted to do some '50 era's clothing or not. i'll probably still walk around looking like a ragged soccer mum with my loose baggy pants and baggy t~shirts. i think i'm having a mid~life crises. and i'm out of weed.

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i got 4 more flowers done.

whelp. purge time.

awww. it's cute how you try.

repo men don't care what's IN the car. so ...i wouldn't worry about it.

no. you.

shhhhh grown folks talkin' oh...hey, did you make an appointment for the free clinic. i'm tellin' ya' , better get that bore punch soon.

you're welcome.

maybe? yes. but...is this for thirsty's benefit? or...have you smoked yo'self into derpville?

it's a swing ....and a miss. *hint~song*

hey thirsty. how you doin'?

smooches.

yeah, but when we're driving, i need my baby, i need my baby next to me. >.>

after the great disaster of 2017 and the blob that was my screen, i finally broke out the 'new' laptop i got in 2016. (you know i was not letting go of the blob screen) until i had to. well..that pos crashed and burned in 2months. so...i got a chromebook. and for what i use it for...it's great. no bloatware. i can add what i want. the scrolling thing, and other 'fancy' moves still allude me...but all in all, i am VERY happy with it.

are japanese.

purrrrrrr?

ok. this seems like spam. you're spamming. reported.

reported

it's clap of the app i tells ya'.

or this? how is THIS not in DF yet?

good. now let me tell you about this phuqed up dream i had about you. so, you picked me up to go to a party in san diego, at a friends house. you were charming and clever, and sweet to my friends. my girl was like 'oh he's a keeper' i was like 'oh maybe, i have to get to know him' so, we were leaving the party and headed to your car. it was a fancy sports car. charcoal grey, and very cool. ANYWAY, you leaned in to say 'i had a really nice time meeting your friends.' and i then leaned in to give me what i thought was a gentlemanly kiss. but, you suddenly changed, like went full blown mr. hyde. i mean your lips gnarled back, you started to drool. and then really bad things happened. i finally managed to beat the shit out of you. (some pretty sweet moves i might add) you turned and with that evil face said 'FINE, but you know you liked it. call you tomorrow' and sped off in your fancy car. i went back up to the house, my friend (who i haven't seen in years btw) was like, 'oh...i knew he was trouble' and she called her male cousins and uncles. bad hombres 'ms13' members (she does have a couple) and then i woke up. you were an awful man in that dream. just awful. and i woke up sad, because i was like 'that's not the sawdy i know'

the free clinic will do a bore punch. it only hurts for like a week i hear.

clap of the app?