Loved the Christmas in La quinta, Steven without the kid, and without the views of the butch, and the bitch that ruled your views, sad state of affairs, to change to love we had once for each other, and Sheri and her big mouth, wanted you alone and waiting for her charms again.... and the pictures done in Old Town La Quinta, those dazes with you were a lot of fun, it was so new and wonderful the relationship then that we had before the cattle callers, before the fag hag, let you have that yard sale....would love to have those pictures again, that was before the cattle caller open her mouth, was no room for her and her dog dung to talk about anything. Best world then with Steven Jarrot, the yard sale was a disappointment, and the short hairs were pulled again, and the rights of a minor took over. Rachel Jarrot, are the same type of whales, hens that talk about hair and how much ended on the floors, the shower, the car, and the kitchen, something to talk about the hairs left on the floors in the bathrooms that she uses.
We took Rachel Jarrot, to a concert alone, with her dress like a grandmother, too fat for pants, strength pants all the time, and the shoes that she had on were ready for the trash. Sorry the hairdresser's kid is fat, and have excuses to blame for the lack of control eating, runs in the family Sheri Jarrot, is a whale, bitch and butch, with tricks and trades to fuck with Steven Jarrot, the only man that was able to stand her after the golden calf was born bald. Only thing that bald head baby at birth, was the look that she kept, under that $6000 kosher wig. Looks good not able to tell in the pictures on FACEBOOK with the babies. Steal another kid for the pictures of how much you like to her other people's kids, a real skill to perfect. Happy and gay is the butch at UCLA, run out of free rides to Colorado was my guess. One of the worst Father's day gifts from dream girl, that let the baby eat the card, right? 11 hours stuck in the van so she could go alone dressed like her grandmother, Sima Jarrot. Market for short and fat, Jewish White Super-sized whales? Not is my guess, and my horns are out, horns on a goat, love and hate, another day to hate or not. Over and done, water under the bridge, why go there now? not needed, interest loss on the frogs, freaks and fake friends.
The comments about throwing me out of the moving van was not nice, and showed a side of you that was the devil, so what the conversation was over you head, just learn to keep you mouth shut at those time. Charley was nicer in your dreams, and loved those stories more than how much hair your kid lost, sad story the state of her hair, so what, she has wigs now to go out, can we leave her locks of hair out of the light of day. Who cares really? no interest ever to know, she has the manners of a barn animal is what I told Sheri Jarrot, and she run me out of her house in La Quinta, with Rachels pants on that she out grew at 12. We could have been friends when she was 12, we like the same jeans, what a waste, she has turn out to be her mother bitch. Ready to trick and trade for a daddy for the next group of frogs for this army. Fat is fine for the frogs without control on that part of their lives, pay for the wide-loads on the planes, pay for two seat, have fun being a whale.
In the end, that was the things that I wanted to note about the dogs, and dicks that are whales, butches, and bitches, Jewish jack assess and donkeys in the hills and valley. Fools and freaks with the drugs, with the sex in the family, suckers and piss-off, the whole tribe. So much promise to take the chances and do the right things for the pains and joys of knowing that you are not perfect. Lots of lessons to be learn. Brains needed more then the free tickets to fly or ride the train, go back for brains when the lines start.
Reese Smith, hats and horns, sheep and goats, kids to kidnap across state lines. Lovers and haters, sinners and saints, Santigo Smith, faces of dogs, bitches in heat, dancer for dimes. Stories of lovers, tales of donkeys in hill, faces of bitches in heat, dimes to dances, dimes to trades, shit in a bag to go. Meth and clouds in the sky, dances for sires and daddys, Steven and Sheri Jarrot, bitches in wives, sisters to date, sister-wives in the herd, Sima and Jackie Jarrot, caps and wigs to wear, Jewish Lights Freaks And Frog Army, tales of donkeys in hills, jokes and laughs for some.
Rach Jay, Rachel Jarrot, Rach to some, cow and butch, movies to director, skin in animals, faces of dogs, bitches in head, films to watch, games on words, coins to flip. Lots of love, locks of wigs, caps to heads, herds of donkeys, tails in history, stories of lies, tales of kitty slickers, hackers and frogs, dazes in the darkness, dances in the night. Freaks for the moments of tasteful delights, dicks to suck, games to play, balls and dogs, games on the sands of times. Lights and darkness, stars to shine, dances with dogs, knights to fights, guns to battles, pens to paper, notes online, history of dates. Ships of frogs, ships of freaks, ships of dogs and bitches in heat, dazes stoned, RV campers for life. Tin Can Affairs, Steven Jarrot, 7608512267, faces of snakes, faces of frogs, fakes to date, wigs and all.
Fools & Fakes: Rachel and Shei Jarrot: Dykes, Butches, Bitches Cum Lickers......Time to take a stand, time to turn around, time to watch the dogs out to play, horse and pony shows, trips to the moon, dazes of sunshine, dazes to run and play. Classes of love and hate, horns on a goat, horns to sound, trips to the farms, horses to run. Good times, runs for the sports, hogs and pigs, in the rat races, trips to hell and back. Horse and babies, tricks to trades, horses and pony rides, trips to the land of the brave, land of the free, horses to run. .....Newspaper Review: The Wall Street Journal, notes online to share, news not just history, pictures tonight.
Gifts of words to use for the lights on in the matter, dogs, dicks and jackasses are not the answers to the pictures to create, windows and doors open wide for the sunshine, and the bright lights in the sky. Happy New Years, and hopes and prayers for the dead, and the undead unstable frogs out of the ponds, searching for a life partner to turn faces to the actions and the deeds of a crook, of a cheater forget about the rights and the wrongs of the matter of the rats running races of life for the better dazes.
Choose your mountains to climb, listen to the quiet voices in your head, for the acts of kindness, for the hands to help up the displace, confused, and lost veterans, that need houses to stay warm and alive. Graves to you and graves to me, and the tales and tips of the good times, and the lessons learned in the schools of life, hard knocks, and bumps in the road. Live life large in a blue state of mind, life is a beach then you expire. Make your life a blast in the present, and rest when you are dead, give more to get more, and show up for the pies in the sky at the end of the rainbows. Make it the best yet in 2015.
......Time to take a stand, time to turn around, time to watch the dogs out to play, horse and pony shows, trips to the moon, dazes of sunshine, dazes to run and play. Classes of love and hate, horns on a goat, horns to sound, trips to the farms, horses to run. Good times, runs for the sports, hogs and pigs, in the rat races, trips to hell and back. Horse and babies, tricks to trades, horses and pony rides, trips to the land of the brave, land of the free, horses to run. .....Newspaper Review: The Wall Street Journal
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