A ludicrous nostalgia smells like Cowboy

A ludicrous nostalgia smells like Cowboy TV. The plural diet suits Pimp Monitor beneath my designer. The unexplained remedy propositions the stem underneath

my pillow whispered to me in my sleep, seemed to have no effect whatsoever. I needed something much stronger, something specifically designed for my

heaving busom. I needed underwires and double thick straps. I never dreamed that FF implants would be so bothersome. Who would think a lacy little Vic Secret bra would work for me?

So I got some rebar and hammocks and fashioned my own bra for my FF's. I needed some support, the only problem was the doctor had put the boobs in my knee caps so

I wobbled about like an idiot. I mean, why hadn't I sued that freak already? I guess I had grown sort of fond of my luscious knee-boobs. They certainly were attention-grabbers,

lol

They told me it meant "Lots of Love" so when my girlfriend's Grandmother passed away, I sent her a message that said I would always be there for her. LOL She responded by

telling me to "FU u <3less dik" which my translation was "fank you, u is less than 3 dik" which I thought was a strange way to say thanks

but when I interpreted statements by supplanting words in place of where there were none, there was no wonder why I failed my communications course in uni. That reason, as well as

the other reasons are why I substituted my previously interpreted statements in places I had supplanted with meanings from that reason. By the way, will I pass this year?