Taking a brake today. Please don’t get all hostel on me. Havea rye since of humor, perty pleas. Won’t phase you. Sorry four the paws. I’m at piece with it though.
Plane tired I am. Forth time I’ve started this – thankfully backspacing is aloud. Do as you pleas - here? Victor, maybe this ain’t sucha grate idea. Hey, don’t rein on my parade hear. Geesh your bazaar Victor. Beet it, whomever ewe our.
This is just a rough draught anyways. Naught four the feint of heart. I finally mustard up the courage to right, backoff. Witch reminds me, I trussed most fined this, and similar ax, - well, they humor me. If not, your free to flea. Peal out if ya wanna – not gonna phase me. Pore pour pitiful me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy your presents hear. I’m all rapt up in having your deer pear of I’s on this.
A little soar today. Mussels aching. A we bit of exercise yest.. Did sum situps, hurt from my browse to my naval, down to my feat and tows – and both sigheds of my body. Shoo’s a bit tight too, a little callus, gotta not on my heal.
7:15am, maybe a knap before work, dunno. Peanut butter again today, low on cache, oh well. Ben in a jam before, many a instants’s. Sleight problem, caste my woes aside. I try to be strait forward anyways, I was taut that weigh. Eye am rambling now, sorry. Don’t know weather to rap this up or naught. Yay/Neigh? Do knot bee a freyed. I really kneed your input. Yew no it, I due two.
Bale me out hear before I get band. Raze a little hell. Please don’t grump or grown. I prey of that. Awl four one, one for all. Plum crazy. Run a fowl. Petal it on outta here. We took a pole, scoot. Flea. Go fourth. Don’t let the gait hit you in the arse. My assistance can escort ewe. And the beet goes on. Heed heard it all before – red the revues. Wanted to berry the hatchet. Rowed off unto the sunset. Thought he was some kinda profit, or perhaps a prints. Who gnu. Grate huh?
I’ve enjoyed having you, my guessed, hear. I’d herd yew might come. The principal of the hole matter. Rite? Always appreciative of the pique, all ate of you that swing by. purr fect. (Pore me). I’m your pray. Makes me ale, sick to the tummy like I got the flew.
Gotta go soon, I’ve had a bawl. Should leave before I get bard. Rap it up. I no it’s time two, everyone nose. Chants’s are, you’ve gone anyhow. Not gonna tic me off. Vary easy going. Just my manor, of coarse.
Sew, off I go. Seas ya later. You all sleigh me (I here your size)… No reel lessen today. That’s the fax. Strait and narrow. Again, thanks for your stairs. Hope sum had fun. A tail of to words, homophones. Sum like it, some knot. You really staid all the weigh two hear?
with love,
emcee Hammer..
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