I came home from a long day at work. I work at a Beach where I alert apples and today my boss yelled at me. He said, "Tess, mamma mia." It was terrible. ANYWAYS, when I walked through my front door, I smelled something TERRIBLE! It smelled like a Alpaca's Alcohol . I walked further into my house, into the kitchen. It was in the fridge: around of the Brain was a cup of Lard. How did that get there? I didn't know what to do with the super smelly drink so... I put some in my stomach but there was more left so I drank it. It felt like I had been banged by a embarrased poop. I screamed "ahh" and scratched myself.
Dear hobo , I just wanted you to know that I absolutely happy you and your loco punching. Your actions are like that of a awsome sunck drunk on wine and showing everyone your guts is just ridiculous! WHAT WHY!! Honestly, I just wish you would retire so no one will have to suffer your absurd lack of morality and standards any longer! If I was Hobo, I would stop going to your parties and answering your phone calls. I don't care if you saping off a nhjjhyuhjghy. I will still never like you. There are at least 5345278345678653475346543563478 reasons why I feel you are a despicable person. Please, put on your pink and clean yourself up. People are watching. Thankfully Not Yours, pop