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Snaggletooth the Snitch

We (me and the missus) live in a decent accommodations low income quite modest rent, which facility lacks no shortage of gossip mongers with mail delivery the major event many old people smelling of unguent faux superman thumping chests nsync with hooking thumbs around suspenders feigning to be affluent, and self important as former triple secret double agent yeah, minus the snitches, the one bedroom apartment at highland manor ranks as most satisfactory ascent to appease our taste, and general environmental ambient aspects compared to other housing situations of ours so, despite most every nosy, ancient snooty, hoity toity...tenant, particularly one butch herd gal with a cock eyed louey, facial accent a perfect spectacle for circus big-tent single bucked sharp front tooth sparkles, mocks, glistens... as if brushed with Pepsodent of course displayed "FAKE" seventh heaven-sent friendliness, when poor us near being penniless with only tencent experienced a warm welcome a short time after moving here but demeanor thereafter went postal - stamp ping like the dickens as if yours truly an unrepentant sin nurse stir jokester, nonetheless  minds hateful words adamant lee averse to cast aspersions, cuz a friendly gesture linkedin with my preference to be cogent practicing what this atheist doth silent lee preach, sans attempt tubby tolerant in the face of someone belligerent attentive to mine credo, dogma, ethos... while alive in this world be tolerant of others, whether he/ she wuzzent pleasant still recalling days of yore, I felt disgusted with myself when hell-bent to hurl expletives (adding insult to injury) if somebody bad mouthed me, thus object lesson not requiring fervent fanatical religious fervor plus gluten free and NON GMO improving health of Clark Kent.

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