Oooh you're a naughty mess

well bore me shore who whore he?/ went tea tots yester but with cash in hand today had a divine can stella/ ran into one of my associates in tooting but was tragically low on funds/ offered him my divine angora scarf for trade but he thought i was joking!/ so with the funds i've i'll get drunk, sleep like a corpse dead in a copse fire and then tomorrow think of other ways to deal with myself/ walking on the common with alba and pater nticed thie tightests, fittest blond thing, 1979 splayed across her plump tight buttocks/ thus a course of running might find a destination for my raging libido and some variety/ with care of self i do incredibly well/ currently i still have a rough, robust attractiveness but my drinking physique is not for everyone and this girl was flie/ oh that ass!/