Me, shit, and the first smoking recruiter

Had a meeting in 2011
to backdrop the Florida sky
to free every recent "do not quit,"
holy with the diving comedies.
Their good deal or scary airforce is like
me, shit, and the first smoking recruiter.
Salary today: these single-morning U.S. Presidents,
no salary cigarettes. Even my state is good.
I will require the flowers retired.

Try the 26th movie, got one house
doing more smut, the drug testing.
Boo. I lost this august and q101.
That lavendar is looking ready for a fuck,
like when applying to see thirty blues
for an episode. Little tired.

Hello, pure great 19. Are you applying that heat?
Want romance for that juliette-time party?