1.Break your chains.I too was once hooked on phonics,but thanks to Betty Ford.I now have a new life free from adiction.It happened after getting arrested on the 5 freeway on the way to a anti-nuke concert.There I was in the center lane with ludes,a 357 and a jar of phonics.The routine was intense,they brought in the phonic sniffing dogs from Anahiem who quickly zeroed in on my phonics."On the ground you hippie mother"I heard while I simitanuisly felt a push to my back and a tug to my hair."Fuck you pig "I recall coming from my lips,as I felt another push and then a thud to the head.There I was lying in a pool of blood and all this due to phonics!Now I know it's hard to understand how a man in my position can let his life deterate to that point.Please don't give me your pity,but just try to see it through my eyes.This is not only why I can't spell but also why I refuse to spell.Besides my spell check doesn't work on this forum and I have gotten sloppy over the years. 2.I would also love to see me survive without working.
Mary had a little lamb, the doctor was surprised. What's in the bowl bitch? 19th Nervouse Breakdown. OK GATE, WHAT'S UP HERE? WHAT'S IN THE THREAD BITCH?
You never had to live with her or her mom.I haven't seen either one in years,but she's still the same.I'm not sure but I think after awhile you just get used to it.
WHAT ABOUT THE BABY, THE HOUSE, THE CAR, ALL THE CREDIT CARDS, DON'T LEAVE ME. I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT THAT WOULD SOUND LIKE. NEVER MIND.