3pcs Plush Car Steering Wheel Covers Winter Faux Wool Hand Brake & Gear Cover Set Car Seat Cover IntA Story by Dan PretzerThe Continuing Story of the Eternal Skeptic Septic Tank Terrorist (As Seen On T.V.) I own a Chrysler because that's what I hear the Deacon of our local bazaar drives around town running errands in and I liked the way the motor roared as he sped through red light after red light with no concern for the safety of the citizens on the sidewalk. "It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer." Tell me what is the lesson learned when the lights go out for good?! WILL THERE BE SAUSAGES FOR BREAKFAST?!? (Tell me now otherwise alot of innocent people are going to die...go ahead, I'll wait...but not for too long.) "There's no sunshing when she's gone." My hands are always clammy even when I'm not nervous so I decided to call up the pharmacy and ask if they have some sort of anti-perspirent for the palms of my hand. I don't own a phone and can barely make my mark on legal documents much less dial a number so I had to walk a few miles towards town where there were pay phones a'plenty. No quater? No problem! I'll just call collect and let the unsuspecting butt of knockers on the other end of the line have to make a decision whether or not to accept the charges. I enjoy playing petty pranks like those on people, keeps the hair from falling off of my head thus keeping my baldness at bay. I love a parade, don't you? GET THAT GRAFUNKEL OUTTA MAH FACE MR. SIMON BEFORE I TAKE OFF MY SUNGLASSES! The television with be revolutionized in thrilling mono with a bit of paprika thrown in fer the good of the government well at least the branch that interprets the laws passed by Congress and signed by the President. Is that asking too much? I think N.O.T. I ate a hoagie while arm wrestling a rather hefty fella with a tattoo across the knuckles on his serving hand that read "Mom." I wasn't in a hurry to get that backstory on that tail of woe so I kept my mouth closed while I tried to think which James Buffett song I would want sung as they lower my body into the ground with one of those reusable coffins that the paupers in their graves know all too well. So that combined with my clammy palms coupled with a crippling depression has left me vulnerable to creditors, one could say this was a hard knock life I was leading by then again one can say just about anything if the occasion called for it, a little white lie doesn't do much damage if explained out in long, lengthy lapses in judgement and imagination. The T.V. is on and the serfs are junk. Damn these clip on ties, I can never wear one without it chaffing my huge member to the point where it hurts to pee even into the high sink in the guest bathroom in the guest house out back. That, my dear reader, is when the real troubles begin. I need excitment and I need it bad. When this item arrived I was passed out on the floor in front of the fireplace while the embers still held fire and were hot to the touch. I had a poker held tightly in my left hand that was resting on my chest so if I was startled I could castrate whoever was trying to disturb my slumber, as luck would have it, nobody did. I tell ya, I never felt so safe then my mind wandered to my steering wheel and what I needed to buy to make it more of an enjoyable experience rather than that otherworldly stretch of boredom whil don henley warns me about the dangers of opiate abuse via lyrics like "You can check in anytime but you can never leave." I hate don henley. His face sucks and he thinks he is some sort of poet that should be ranked among the finest but I swear he is being led around by his ponytail and forced Clockwork Orange style to stare at tits with large n*****s with his eyes kept constantly open until he repents his sins to a god that gave up. By This! Here's what others had to say about this product! 4shadwon: I took advantage of a drunk punk rock gal who was wearing a spiked collar with some sprinkles scattered around her feet, her bare feet. A child not a day over 80 months approached us and asked if we would like to adopt him. We both said no, lit up a cigarette and put it out on his hand and held it there until the smoke cleared.
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Added on May 25, 2018 Last Updated on May 25, 2018 AuthorDan PretzerCorpus Christi, TXAboutA ne'er unemployed well b*****d son of a local news anchor that wants to know how to truly die by a hail of gunfire while fleeing the scene of the crime. more..Writing
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