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from: Mugtoe
207.136.55.23
5/4/00
9:50:57 PM
Seven pages in 4 hours, and he'll get an A+ on that bad mothafucka. Cuz I'm the paperwritin badass. I read in the paper today whilst I was comin home on the bus that Bolton is gearin up to do an Andrew Lloyd Weber retrospective. I got all wet over it. Then I realized that it was the puddle from the guy next to me who was talkin to Jesus. Come to think of it, he looked kinda like Bolton.
You just don't get it. Bolton's music is the language of L-O-V-E, Love. He's got soul, dood. He supplies the score for scores, baby. He's the background sound for the brownd round. He's every turd burgular's friend. The amigo of the anal apaches wherever they may be. How can you dis the man? I've plowed more young virgin ass to his ohsosexytimbre than any other music I've ever heard. He finds the GSpot on the song, Dr. He massages that lil Bean til the spooge is flyin.
Come to think of it, I'm gonna put on a little Bolton and go out on the patio to see if that kid with the popsicle wagon is about to cum back by. Ya know the one with the little bells on it? Nothin like seducin a young, tight Latino to the sounds of Bolton.
oxox
