Wednesday, May 9

Open In Case Of Daughter Loves Jesus

No, I'm pretty sure not.
If there was a nice tire swing and it didn't go to fast.
Show and tell.
They don't serve people that young, I hope.
Peanut butter, no jelly, no crusts.
That's some retarded shit.
She eats like three things and toast ain't one of 'em.
Ball pit, all day!
That's it. Thanks. Come again!

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