Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Flo, The Progressive Girl

Impressed with the maintenance of ephebes, whole squadrons of overweight bees bounce into the beyond. Radiant stakes of assholes on drugs, full-featured praxis of the dying sun institute, combine with very exacting bitties. A telephone booth could be a clue, but so could the wet sun's reflection. This is stupid, words should be clear like diamonds and their friends.

Assholes as a nation refuse to reject. Tata buys a hen peck, yet whirling stop gaps result in history. People are plainly confined. Never mind what the commissioner said, it is the natural progression.

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