well...
" ehh those lil fancy things you fed me with...[video soon theres a pipeline filled with what is there so as to spite, all the besmitrcheratti or mere assumers as all Anglospherics seem to orbit their foul rock in the choppy seas, stuck to... only that mode...]
" ... well they werent what i expected...."
" you... what do you MEAN by THAT!!!! ....? you insultin' my fayres...??!!
[ stated with the emotional energy at her stage
she's still there dancin' at, and hummin' along.....
and means every word.... of her total nuclear no half-measures... brutal nuclear winter fallout]" no... i meant INTERESTING... a bit like you... really mong... like.... sweet on the outside but inside fiery and vicious..... ok satisfied thanks.... ooh do that look on me again please...
" now back to business... its the YUMMY MUMMIES you gotta go for.... your patch their literal temple and playground.... hers my idea list..."
Anyway far far too whats the Dickens duff line? better a place or is it finer....
what a ridiculously unimagined best almost ever summer into the last day tomor....
Too much happening nowhere and in an unlife... i forgot, of course, she, isn't all Oracle Girl 'pure' bred....
She's the ultimate mong...I mean you cannot get more: all the raggety southern madness, still arguing about whether or not knees are too erotic a thing to be shown in public, and all that hammer and sickle stuff from up North...
And a babe who really knows exactly what hers were invented...for.....
The purest medley of everything for a whole century...into one sweetest mongrel smile.
("and dont ever say 'retard' never mind 'spastic, as you've been mind-controlled now, into its correct euphemistic term of endearment, as 'twonce was, in front of the yummies ...or i tell you luv... you'll be so blacklisted even you wont know whats whackjobbed you... they're far far more vicious than your amateur NKVD..". )