Toothbrush truth comes out for soggy
lumps. Toothbrush truth is a constitutional right. Toothbrush truth says its
teatime. Toothbrush truth becomes an infection. Toothbrush truth wants a hand.
Toothbrush truth does that side. Toothbrush truth says that the bin needs
emptying. Toothbrush truth has life. Toothbrush truth has shit to do.
Toothbrush truth is the only one who knows exactly how the oven operates.
Toothbrush truth wears a scarf. Toothbrush truth has one or two. Toothbrush
truth is fresh out of a stint in prism. Toothbrush truth lets the sock up from
the floor its grown attached to. Toothbrush truth takes the dog out with one
tumble in the throaty chuckle. Toothbrush truth didn't use that yesterday.
Toothbrush truth watches the last two rugby league matches. Toothbrush truth
composes colourful songs. Toothbrush truth respects. Toothbrush truth has the
surname of Russell. Toothbrush truth doesn't like its surname. Toothbrush truth
studies the many facets and gizmos of a universe at war. Toothbrush truth knows
exactly when its eleven forty am. Toothbrush truth excuses the masters.
Toothbrush truth is an impersonator who's voice keeps arriving. Toothbrush
truth is a turf war for antacid. Toothbrush truth is every golden album and
only seven platinum albums. Toothbrush truth bangs on the side of the bin like
a drum. Toothbrush truth is a gothic principality. Toothbrush truth has a crush
on bakers. Toothbrush truth is an easy decision to ignore. Toothbrush truth
can't be plagiarised. Toothbrush truth commits to the moment. Toothbrush truth
is systemic. Toothbrush truth lets it all hang out, for example. Toothbrush
truth is the right time to jump ship. Toothbrush truth is at a crossroads in
its short gay life. Toothbrush truth finds the will to throw it all away.
Toothbrush truth can't even remember your name. Toothbrush truth is a thirsty
boy.
Broadcasting this stuff makes you
craven. This kind of thing turns your stomach at the very mention of most
low-budget horror films. The younger demographic swells and that's suddenly not
a problem for anyone with a scheme. They tell me not to worry about requirements.
Ennui. That was a noise, Hamish noise. I haven't had sex for a whole week and
they're telling me that's a good thing, from behind their respective curtains.
I think they have plans for me that involve streams of barcode and differential
parenting. I hope I still get to round off the evening with some drinkable
beer.
suddenly moving became a trust
exercise, suddenly you watch the end of the evening like it was the end of the
world, suddenly the dog breaks the ensigns nose and that's you up and away for
the rest of the evening but that's not such a problem, they usually suggest
various methods of catching green waves between the gaps in your speckled teeth
because it usually happens to those who've spent the majority of their
sisterhood entombed in an anatomical castle without the aid of notice or even
rave warnings to sluice deductive reasoning among other things
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