Hypo my lipo reads the chyron suggesting absurdia. It feels more like a straighten up vs. acting dog dirt wacky all day. If it plays out like a headbanger it probably cannot read music.

Just gimme some kind of loving check in to the paragon of self-pimping. Selling ideas whether yours or others got you the shill's perks. Discretion allowed going full flagrante and only a pious refugee from the playground wouldn't have taken the bait. Getting fucked up on the company dime was the working game plan but here's the rub - this would never appear here if valor was some kind of attainable pathfinder. It trampled where hesitance could have derailed this moonlanding. All the excess and aberrance of that period somehow led to this perfect romance that keeps glazing the roasted pears.

Kristen Davis becomes the superannuated face of desert surfing when canines occupy the seat of sujets de l'amour. That's the way it should be when the mike is left on.