You wouldn't even believe me if I told you.

I teeter between professional wrestling shape (a squared circle?) and chemo patient with a month to live. Radiating hope but scarfing sugar, I eat recreations of classics only americana gluttony could inspire-but with a heathy eye on my plate of lettuce which is not a salad but also not instead of the bun. I like buns. I pick off the seeds and plant them but I don't really follow them strictly so they grow up to be rather disobedient and stubborn but always trying to be healthier than average but able to digest nickel shavings and diet caffeine-riddled anything. I can adapt. to different brands of Caramel, I mean.

Seriously I try to eat a variety and learn to cook what I desire -but a lot of greens and ...breakfast are usually like the Polkaroo for me. Never-bean scene.

And ill take a side of lets work out and get hot and sweaty, for 1k please.

Wood that make this a traiting post?

Um...

With a crocodile, obviously. Only it can’t be crying. That’s Ballin’ Thats not an extra mile...
thats barely even a Green Mile...although the Green d’Nile could be crocodile tear-itory for sure (oar knot) and we may never even get reel enough to tell by this tale or measure where extra begins.

What a croc! Country crock! I Cant believe its not...a gator.
Holy Shoes its even wearing a rubber for crying out loud!

Sadly, He Tear ya a new one! Leather it be on land, sea or air, a mile is a mile! and after-while, seeing a crying lying crocodile cry for a while-
Id rather pull its teeth to sea whats beneath and then watch him try to smile.

Shit like that.
No one else would make up a stupid crocodile mile story in this section (I Pray)
So my answer is...in ways that may or may not make sense to others at the time ...and do what others don't do.

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