so much fer our retirement accounts: thar near ded, not that i could live without wurkin innywho. so tuther day, i tuck a lil walk round town whilst miz bd wuz sponsorin a class, witch that meant she had to be thar the hole time.
sum folks wuz outta focus, but sumhow still revealin. furst, how stressd folks kin git when the wunder how to pay thar bills n raze thar kids ...
then thays the need to eat ...
fer them that dont wonta pay so much fer gas, thays legs to git around ...
nuthin lack sales to git ye a'goin ...
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My eulogy: Ashes to ashes, someone please clock him out.
Keep on keeping on bd.
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