was top of the pops.
In the 'course of miracles...' IT is time to nuke as it nuked even her Madam Choochoo supposedly of the 'land'...
The tyre repair worked. A real miracle and most necessary...
even if that particular course of action or inaction, caused the (verified, by triangulation all around her Soth Eastern Yankee territory)
her with her big whistle, to fail to mean it even in 2020 she wanted a homesteader over that side of the pond, to homestead with her..
But then as she told me, " the jumpers..i am the record holder for the whole of Yankland South East region from Chicago to The Keys... sixty seven ... god my first had me actually traumatised for weeks the feeling of the smallest hump...on the rails as i mashed him up.... nowadays i am inured... but many can't take it ... they crack" liar...
Going to a fake god merely screws up the homestead to be...
But the realest miracle layered upon a load of very fey ones, is that Yankee land really really is excelling itself of late.
The public facin' super babe - THE role model.... as stated " you're the only one on the PLANET i would wish my lass to listen to" actually answered her inbox (god how embarrassing the typos as usual)
Indeed the only one who couldn't be bothered with the Madman across The water. And if only the fey retards of the BBC had it on loop since 2016 maybe someone would have learned something, real..
That only great culture can snuff out the golfer.
Now.... even if EVERY electron has now been obtained, curated and repurposed, for my meanie-nasties...
You'll all forever be lost as nearly had i.... givin' muzac lessons to (it's perfect the way we have a twofer, her song.... and the one that makes me laugh.... and defines her geolocation, The Source, home of "ohh my soul" - she doesn't 'socialise' within.
I mean how thick can IT be! The one song that has "ohh my soul in it rather repetatively... "
it takes an hour for me to refind it... all AI wants to do is feel sorry for itself with that dreadful moaning fake one someone save my life tonight filling up your Oggle search - all the responses...
And if one asked it show me one with Elton in his dungarees as harbinger of latterday Hell where no ones sould could conceivably saved...
It sure aint gonna know that it's her town (the Source) or why....even if THE ROLE MODEL (to be abbreviated to as theres only one TRM) does... too.
anyway now i don't need savin' when I became king of the last place i ever expected to even be able to tolerate...
But above all, the real actual miracle, is..... a muso with a bit of realness inner-tube.....
Is helping!
And now the last chapter i had no idea could possibly exist, does. Indeed IS.
And all i care about is whackjobbing (does it still make her laugh?) this rather inadequate fake people pleasing ponce off his perch
