Wocka wocka wocka wocka wocka!!! ....lol
Look mane, Ive been crashing and burning in the wifey seeking department lately, so in an effort to bolster my confidence and prevent being crestfallen I gotta imagine what it will be like to meet my future wife one day (soon), son!
Oh what a wonderful day!
In the immortal words of Homer Simpson:
OH WHEN THE SAINTS GO OVER THERE!! WHEN THE SAINTS, GO OVER THERE!!!!.....OH OVER THERE!!! OH OVER THERE!!!!
"Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being" Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being"
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