She sat on and on she sat on and said write your own fucking poem, dickhead. so blink out your cataclimsic broken wind and wave good day with your dorsal fin don't let it out she cried blue vained and throbbing and let simmer for 45 minutes on low covered (waddaya think?)
Reason for writing:
5 dried grams of 'shrooms.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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