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I would become a teacher..
Those who can't....
Summer over on some plover beach.
Jam my family in some wagoneer.Rymes with F@#$%in Q*&%R..
While torturing them as we try to live off of the virtue of a fish.
As the familygets real thin..
I develope a drinking problem.
Helps to quite the talking dog..
I drink an drive while letting my imagination run wild.
So what the truck is wet...The dog is dead.
The drinking does help.I come up with a few books mostly fiction..
Get my OWN internet forum..
Claim some great notoriety squashing all naysayers with the delete button. while my lame asss ding fries are done internet minions gravel at my Salt encrusted feet.
Kiss my toes or be deleted...
Hahahahahahaha....
Na,I couldn't do that it's been done before..
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