Thursday, January 05, 2006
~I spy~
I spy to live. Were it only lewd conduct, prostration and fat rollering I would not have lasted long. But those for whom I preform do not know it is Ms. Hari who wields the probe. I collect their secrets and feret them away to my bitches in the ghetto. I throw down the loot and we pick the bones clean. I have found my way into the ivory tower (granted I have to take the back stairs) and now nothing is safe. I will not stop until all the ghetto bitches have infiltrated like rats up the mooring tie. Alight sisters; up...up...to Upper Middle Trash (not mine, that one belongs to Violet).
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My green shag carpet trumps your trailer? Hmm? Is that what makes me upper?
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