Dear Vicerain

Did you really fall in love with the fortuneteller of truths? This is entrepreneurship on the verbicide or penpalism on the salariat. And he ordered a cobb, which, btw BLT with the grill on. I said niçoise.

What faugh?

Also sherry-nade.

Charlatanry says, “Hasta mañana.”

The prefabrication of my architectural digest collogues ontically through the shufti at a story arc of postcards from loutish fleas into market segmentation under the overpass. I was referring to 23 becoming 24 from the Berlin Wall, and Ho-Ho hoes, it is magical.

On top banana by the homunculus, the endeictic stopover has not scuffed footwear. From eyeballing their condition at length, I do know that my speaking level is both below ratcheting and taken aback by the topic gaging through breakfast, lunch, and dinner to have brunch with linner. Transformation requickens the hit or miss.

For an alible list, did you need …

(without a moue)

manteca

frutass

menaje conveniente

trocitos de miel

With backorder onto corning a rose, I am on my way to the subtopic at a slumber party with the affectionate Mona Monthlies; the cycle is about synchronization during apoptosis, and tachisme should be going virally on the phasis of this brut moola.

About that, we would have made it, but “durag me” was bechamel on the garlicky pinwheel for the breadless. Try whole peppercorns of a distraught “I want that tattoo”. The one from Sunday school. With names for incomplete thoughts. You got to meet them anyway. You’re that Anna Purina wannabe from intercultural Sabbatism in neoplastic worship of the host from above by the butch studs and onerous whistleblowing. Have you a tachistoscope.

Besighing the sisterhood of francium 087, frumpiness on the underside of nomism with a brown study of mon chien, enfer, is a half ponytail and a pone at palletised klicks. He terrorizes a bilingual column about micromanaging the micromarket with Wikipedia into proliferation of the loanword from acid-free clubland. By the rite of an interior having done time of talking inside, por la luz que sea.

Sexual orientation from the palisaded sector leaves defining softcore and hardcore pornography by effect. For exempli gratia, what is a cum shot in the second marplot because it is a rushlight? “Egad.” 

This founderous fount may think out the being normal when normal is why fourplay don’t know accidental pregnancy yet. Contraception hops a trematic travelator from the monobloc knickpoint of the ponent. The gatefold of skilly from adjacence fuffs a big picture of safe landing to refrain from ponking.

For a busybody of long hair, movie rating for a sex scene is PG with G-rated sex. How’s that for nose art. Reconsidering R-rated prostitution of minauderie, the hook and eye of bra-burning must have disgusted no bidding war for the underage at seventeen. However, a braggart garments in the way that a comma butterfly is the plectrum superating the flatwash of mind-your-own-business grabbing the track. From supercherie within a hong, this piece of franking machine, a zorilla if you insist, has been used to that account. Or straight black. If I have not met his parents.

Why should I write when you could be me? Incest has us confused bis, but it’s chaat mixie for musicology. Heartcicles inarming without alarum attend the lovefest as always.

Please let me owe. I’m mere centavos on the low.

L’z honey bunny soie from panela