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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Woke up (September 6th, 2020)... Got outta bed boot did not drag comb against head of beetle browed foo fighter, he did not arise bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed to bucket flush toilet. After attending her asinine morning toiletries, the missus lovingly nudged me awake quickly urging me to betake sleepyhead husband pronto to bathroom, (no matter I got bowled over from behind plus additionally getting flush while hurriedly caught up with current movement), nevertheless despite being anointed de facto proxy plumber, crowned emergency attendant incorporating obligatory undertones yours truly summoned one man bucket brigade to block and tackle messy task at hand, cuz jack (ass) of all trades and master of none immediately got jibberjobber self into action. Accessible bathtub and shower linkedin as washing facilities, hence after pouring voluminous hot water into maw majesty, viz Ms porcelain goddess, she gurgled and gushed with delight, thus avoiding the need to call maintenance man, whose availability of sundays (September 6th, 2020 no exception to rule) more difficult than finding needle in haystack. Once morning dirty deed done dirt cheap duty completely done, cuz sudden necessity to evacuate arose, strong bodily need, to excrete I could not ignore, but only heed lest aging garden variety long haired pencil neck geek, would figuratively experience a posteriori his bottom dropping out subsequently with dog speed donned in Scottish tartan and Harris tweed pink frilly ("I hate boys") nonetheless monogrammed underwear adorned with precious venerable bead hmm... methinks hyperbole token heterosexual doth exceed. Ass side resorting to poetic dramatization, eh generic guy relishes word play touché so please pardon me this literary antic okay a non believer regarding conformity also atheist, which confession he will pray fly high wherein realm harboring soul of Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger, comte de Saint-Exupéry.
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