ey babygirl! real sweet to see ya, what's a girl like you up to these days? you know, like how you doin? hopfully your havin a great time. time to bust those mfers open for me baby cakes im ready to grind down. amiright?? Anyway get back at this lil guy if you feel like doin rubbybumpin amirig

i died from the cancer

It's highly disappointing that the trees of the wildernesses of obglu are sentient sluts, they're constantly yearning and aching for something to trim their over grown branches that scrap against each other giving the feeling of your nerves being yanked. These poor trees will never experience the ovulation of the obglu people, they'll never feel the touch of a loved one for the last final time before euthanized. If I had to compare it to anything, I'd compare it to the love triangle between MLK Jr, Genghis Khan, and Shinzo Abe. It was doomed from the start, and could never be as bees could have been being. If you have any questions, please, direct them to ->

https://humandomestication.guide

I hope this helps soothe your nerves, I know that your cancer is getting worse, but you'll get better soon chum. Auntie Ainsley and Uncle Fissure miss ya. Lates tho, don't die from the cancer!

im not christian but i do believe in the power of prayer. for this reason i keep a little homonculus in a dog crate under my bed which i have raised as a devout catholic. whenever i want something in my life to change i poke him with a stick and he clasps his grubby little paws together and starts chanting in latin. his prayers always go through because he has never known sin.

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