Mar 30, 2017

Letters

Toothy Edgar,


The first of all, in case of the stolen dime inn? You've glopped the wrong Kyle, you flumders, I diddle doodle noffing.

Asking my nextstore namer, Ferris, his nieces knees aren't a bees and known my wheelbarrow abouts. I was a home, sleep on a cow.

And asecondary, I would a never vote for these gassers, they pobbily don't even wash their dungers or their jogging straps.


Until, you're a bee hearing,
Shane

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