i just came a home from your home little state of rhode, sailed a boat with papa down to newpieport,we gotta go up to burnham to the auctions,just you and me with coffee and the mainers of a by gone era,i call soon love pork
Megan is the only person I've ever met who knows that my baby likes porridge. Once we teach her firework safety, I'm pretty sure it will be fair to consider Megan perfect.
tuffy is a firecracker fren,like a tootsie pop,sweet and shiny on the outside,soft and chewy once you get to know her,maybe like pop rocks too,she knows how to pop once she gets inside sangielos
hmmmmmmmm.....................................
how bout waking up dewy and sunny in the meadow after a rigorous evenin of duststorm dancin and lagoon bathings- then heading north to have the morning further enlightened by the faces of healthy red farmer baby frenz and those old old hands of the egg dudes- maybe dried yoke on the cheeks, wash it all down with a taco loco and a coke and we'll call it summer time.
so its like a tuesday nite & i am bored as shit trying to work thru a sixpack of schwill while chicago just chills in the forties, when the fuck is spring, its spring when my tuffy love writes wonderful little tuffiisms all over the dorkalator and I laugh out loud. Best profile ever, best fucking profile ever, my sweet sweet meat, you make spring seem so much closer.
love chester
tell me a story bout the ice queens of the great north lands, are the artistic fluids flowing on a high horse pressdown, do the snow flakes change color in the late afternoon liquid light,tell me of the world
here we laugh with sea lions and cut feeets on lava while drinking batidos and sleeping laters
i just came a home from your home little state of rhode, sailed a boat with papa down to newpieport,we gotta go up to burnham to the auctions,just you and me with coffee and the mainers of a by gone era,i call soon love pork
you are the most baloodilicious toon boon baloo ever tard jossan. tard baloon toon. WANT SOME LUNCHHH
smoke....smoke onnnnnnn!!!!
how bout waking up dewy and sunny in the meadow after a rigorous evenin of duststorm dancin and lagoon bathings- then heading north to have the morning further enlightened by the faces of healthy red farmer baby frenz and those old old hands of the egg dudes- maybe dried yoke on the cheeks, wash it all down with a taco loco and a coke and we'll call it summer time.
love chester
tell me a story bout the ice queens of the great north lands, are the artistic fluids flowing on a high horse pressdown, do the snow flakes change color in the late afternoon liquid light,tell me of the world
here we laugh with sea lions and cut feeets on lava while drinking batidos and sleeping laters