How did I end up here anyway...some tiny electronic flyspeck
kindly sponsored by Patrick where those of us who don't get along so well with the local whimins kin get all the skinnny on how to really get into deep doo or sometims even get lucky and find wun of thar
forain whimins too make sweet wuth. Cuz says that in the long run weez all idiots and heez likleey right two az heez the expurt wiss hes many whives and concuibineys. I treed to splain it two him how az he could stand it...saying itts like him gettin rida hiz big gas hawg
buick and comin up wiss the smooht tidy sweet littal Nissan heez in luvin with. Nows he got it all figured out and ijs headed off too the islands for wifey #19...his luckey number he saz.
and mee, now I feal sad and no foolin, gonna fall on my sword
and end it all...either dat or da Rooshin rooolet wif me 45 auto...so
unluss ya'all straiten up and stop bean a bunch of whiney azz
pukes, Me'in mine izz headin oot to the Islands and leevin no furwordin dress fur me and me sweet baboo. An Patrick, iffin ya could
plleaz dont moove my name and passwordy alltoetha, but ya could moove it back a bit and over to da right and nowheres neer Dave in his prurple g string.
hope ya'all feelin bettah soon, an say hi ta cuz if ya'all see'm with da wifey #19.
PS and BS, gotta lay offa da hooch!
ooops,
Nathknmmmm
