Porcelain Doll,
I’ve always wanted you. I don’t blame these other crying babies for being jealous of my tail-kissing. That’s all they do. It is like they have a string in their backs, ready to mourn at the smallest ignorant flick of a wrist. (Stay mindful, Keech!)
I say I cut you off to get those crying eyes looking elsewhere for their source of agony.
I gave all my leads over to the authorities. I doubt the results of their search will garner a different outcome, but I’ll remain hopeful for that is Christ-like. I’ve allowed myself to increase the size of my social circle!
Vicki, Christine, Velma, Daphne. Only half of the names I’m using today hint to fictitious characters.
That’s BOLD. I’m told I’m too old for such horseplay, bruh.
Oh well, I’m in my bag. There is no possible way I see that I could care more for you! Perfect ascension, perfect dismount, wise moves being made, everything lining up to sync up just right has me smiling!
I just got a hand-made assortment of cookies from a Mrs. at the gym yesterday. Even girls off the radar are proving themselves to me. I wish I could find where you’re at!
Yes! I am drafting a thank you note to hand-deliver to my girl Bonnie as we speak. She works out. She fits in this timeline and makes great cookies.
That’s a double check bro!
BYE! HAVE A GOOD DAY! THANKS FOR LETTING ME STAY IN MY LANE, TODAY! I’LL PRAY ENDS MEET AND OUR LIVES TOGETHER WON’T LEAD TO DISASTOURUS, PREDICTABLE HAVOC!
