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Edited by
Queene123
on
Sun 06/27/10 06:46 PM
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let the journey began and open your eyes
to the beauty that you have been seeking but yet you wising to be come a mad man for the world to see. as you sceech on the open highway with big ton thing that looks like a trike what a glory one to see as where i tend to pull to the side to take a leak to releve myself, so peeing my pants is not a plan that you can see. as i continue to ride through the sunset through the open fields of freedom that you can see as i gracfully drive through the winds, and stumble upon loosing my shoe, messed my pants a time or two. tiping the bottle for one last drink gives me pleasure all way around knowing the bottle was only a jug of water see im not dumb..(smile) |
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I feel my pants getting wet now. I better pull over
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