Cool cement ideas #93

let your child walk in wet cement

Hey aman beeenm tinking abliut uyyt. hosd,,,,, i have recently come to beleve that my ....
yeah so thats that, anyways could i interest you in two ran over /(roadkiolled) infants. Thewy are fresh. (Thei are leaking LOL! - but their head is still holding up sincer baby heads are soft). I pushedf inn all the soft spots and they stoped mooving after that. (still alive after i ran them over) hehe wopsiees

help
i have

i have reciveed two year lifetime sypply of Huberts wholly hotddog canned food for winniing the man on man champ man ship on cleaning the most hubris from the lawnmover mkan

where do i even put the hound dogs?=?? sorry exxucse for a world we live inn.....

not even bush would do this to me

(2/2) . "What would you do if you weren't the Supreme Leader of the DPRK?" I ask. "Teaching, I think." "And if I was your student, what would I be learning?" "Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?" "Mexico" I say. "Oh wow. That's lovely." "It's OK," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking." "What could possibly be not to your liking in Mexico?" she inquires. "I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."

Kim Yo-jong is the reason I work out.
I have this fantasy where we start talking at the ballistic missile test afterparty. We exchange pleasantries.
She asks what I do.
I say I loved her on CNN She laughs.
I get my drink.
“Well, see ya," I say and walk away.
I've got her attention now.
How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Kim Yo-jong? She touches her neck as she watches me leave. Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette. "Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles. "Conversation with me, duh." I laugh. "What's so funny?" she protests. "Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.