<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion.</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that if I’ll die if I don’t say his name three more times, “Russell Peters, Russell Peters, Russell Peters!”</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part two</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips).</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing.”</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>