come to every willow

Miss wanting her daddy got a a poet of the real in its place. A trouble swindler Iatin hides her ass. Her ass stinks to low heaven and the given boots. She's worn her real estate to prime time.She's a bustler not a hustling do-do bird in the accounting department. A whore by any other name. Banged up the short skirts, and wedded to will power. She's pornography's sister,and the yes saying of her lie is a collusive . yes, you got it, it steels that past nine and time's a betcha got the lies down fat. Shorn of honest paste, she's oiled her gas on the heat. yes, and reeks to beans go foul. As her dirty assed eyes reveal a pickled of brindled shite.

___________Shows up tardy for the lectures on the Gold Fold . Who was it? Anti hoves round his cape tickling himself with laughter's fulsome tatatatonic! No way he revels, go . Now hence you're agone fat. No more fiddle my eye!

_________She peppers her loss and prepares for marination.