Compulsive Liar for Compulsive FactChecker

cherry near 2nd street, Long Beach CA

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You: looked at my boobs once and will never simply say you did it. Me: have nearly died multiple times politely waiting for the truth to come out and set us both free. Let's resolve... and let's be clear: neither of us are ugly. The Farmer's Market is on Saturdays. Noon to 2pmish, I'll be around... ---------------------------- Must: be capable of reading a book. Must also: be capable of getting over everything so stupid, one spirograph can resolve it. Note: to this day... I do not care how dumb your family is; there is no factchecking necessary anymore. they are dumb. mine are also dumb. we figured this one out face to face in less than a year... no matter how many degrees they acquire, all of them are capable of saying/doing the most horrifying things that neither of us ever want to make up for because they are unaccountable nightmares. to this day... I still have one President's signature in my room. He broke all the rules; I don't think anyone needs to do anything except go to the Farmer's Market. We both know: anyone who violates the law to harm me... has to deal with you now... the Elliot Stabler of using a computer. I've seen you cry... maybe you didn't know I saw... I'm guessing it's because everyone acts like we should suffer more and that is complete bullshit. Conan's not going to let anyone make us cry over bullshit ever again. Everyone who has ever written a joke will co-sign. Everything green is at the Farmer's Market. Whatever bullshit test someone conjures, we owe every plant we eat to a farmer in California.