love letter to Juney

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dumpster lover

Guest
June my darling, where for art thou? To me you are the sun and the moon, and all the filth clinging to the walls of my dumpster home and my fragile loving brain. Come to me my iron faithed maiden of disdain, uncleanliness, and hot desire. I am but a shell of a man without you, my beautiful odiferous buttercup. I long for your hateful stinking breath upon my unwashed and infested scrotum. Even the ticks and mites would welcome your flow of putrid saliva upon my love nuggets....come to me...I'm behind Sunset Bowl
 
and who would that be my wobbling tuxedo wearing friend?
 
retarded penguin said:
Alright, only ONE person is that smooth.

Mr....... Jim Sheppard!!!

ah ah ha ..you think you have me clammed and baked, however the pearl in the oyster still eludes you...in other words....WRONG.....hahahahaha ...Juney HELP, they are trying to get in the dumpster of love again!!!!