Feces... and shit like that.
Fuck and fucker. I'm fucking bored. I miss getting out of
the fucking house. Seriously... I've been sitting here doing so
little. I spend most of my fucking evenings reading a web comic
and playing with Gavin. Then, I read my fucking book and write
and think about how my financial situation blows fucking donkey
ass.
Jesus, the sandwich, told me to stop wining. I'm just tired of doing nothing. I can't wait for warm weather, that Jesus, the sandwich, says isn't far from now. And, though I have planted stuff, I can't do much with it until it germinates. Jesus, the sandwich, said that it will be good.
I was bored earlier, so I was sitting out on the porch while everyone was napping. Jesus, the sandwich, sat there and said little for some time. This woman walked by, and I think Jesus, the sandwich, wanted her to have some of him. He whispered to me that I should have gotten her attention, so that I could share Him with her. I just shrugged. Honestly, Jesus, the sandwich, is so good that I would just rather not share Him with anyone. Jesus, the sandwich, seemed upset about my need to have him all to myself.
Jesus, the sandwich, spoke to me then, and told me about some guy who was hungry. Or maybe he was thirsty. I can't remember. But he said something about sharing.
I ate Jesus, the sandwich, soon after, since he didn't seem to have anything more to say today. Fuck,does Jesus taste fucking good.
fuck
Jesus, the sandwich, told me to stop wining. I'm just tired of doing nothing. I can't wait for warm weather, that Jesus, the sandwich, says isn't far from now. And, though I have planted stuff, I can't do much with it until it germinates. Jesus, the sandwich, said that it will be good.
I was bored earlier, so I was sitting out on the porch while everyone was napping. Jesus, the sandwich, sat there and said little for some time. This woman walked by, and I think Jesus, the sandwich, wanted her to have some of him. He whispered to me that I should have gotten her attention, so that I could share Him with her. I just shrugged. Honestly, Jesus, the sandwich, is so good that I would just rather not share Him with anyone. Jesus, the sandwich, seemed upset about my need to have him all to myself.
Jesus, the sandwich, spoke to me then, and told me about some guy who was hungry. Or maybe he was thirsty. I can't remember. But he said something about sharing.
I ate Jesus, the sandwich, soon after, since he didn't seem to have anything more to say today. Fuck,does Jesus taste fucking good.
fuck
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