summer, sipping on mixed drinks, pretty, cook out, fire, music, band, dance, wet, party, mts, half naked, cute, love spread like peanut butter and jelly
It's hot by the mountains.
Twist the top lick it, dip it and shake it and dip it again. A lollipop made like a baby bottle at the top that twists off with sugar on the bottom you can dip it into. mmm, for those kids who have never breast fed. Good source of hype and rotting teeth if you don't brush.
It's the Baby Bottle Pop, Baby Bottle Pop, take a lick, take a shit then steak it. Lick it again. It's the Baby Bottle Pop (delerius noise in the backround) Baby Bottle Pop...
non stop shit talk out of mouth, or ass..
She had some asschime as I see swearing about that mans filthy jacket.
One that has literally gone off the handle and has not come to reality yet will intrude on any valued righteous individual with sputters and spurs. Meaningless empty words of instances beyond an existing aspect of what is being put upfront. The sound of one outshitting themself with every aspect that is handled improperly; notions being disperted out of the head straight to the ass instead.
We only hear the asschime and just dont see, all the while they tilt the face and look deranged. They are unable to conciously make an effort to live freely as they try to make with a wary sitaution with complete lack of devotions, pride or interest.
Man who drives horses, or cars, here to make your life not a living nightmare anymore because he may know everything. While you are just a piece of the puzzle. Basically the uys on top.
The gardan was riding a cute pretty horsie.
A town that has a large central that doesnt breathe. Have been trying to get what the word "bounce" means since the early 1900's. Through years have coxed their jolly neighboring town and fought with them over school money, forcing the best of the folk's kids to freeze and walk past an opened crazy assylum on a main road after school and then not walk with side walks while strange drivers pull up to them and ask them if they want a ride. This was due from them shoving money up their ass so they can make a bike track to let their fat asses take off and fly. They don't like the look of student safely walking home, instead they try to make tramp trains along with very ill and adle fingers.
Well I might not feel, so maybe I better take a good long trip down a fingered up fitness trail in Slatington
from Scotland. Toughest of the three tribes. Strongest legs. Thickest skin. Hulky, but not that the fat can see. Excellent with controlling alcohol. Sometimes breaks things from their muscles in use, they're kinda used to the E in effort. Personalities like cute little fresh flowers.
You're not nothing unless you're a Scotts. For Scotts anyway.