By now, everyone who shops at DTLA Ralph's anytime lately must know about the Lindt's chocolates boxes super deal thing they have. Compared to the boxed (packeted and package-sack'ed) versions, the deal is amazing, at, like - $5.99 a pound of something.
I've been indulging in these adieux-to-autumn-fall weather's changes into springtime here in Los Angeles chocolate deals as a temp-debit-card purchaser, as obviously a welfare-status (General Relief) recycling-bum [recipient] Google app-enterprise domain webmaster would chomp on as to attest to life's sugar-cravings and constant battles with mood disparities as a trawled and stalked Section 8 housing recipient -
Where it is:
To some, it matters.
"Isn't that place a shithole of trawled-AFFminorities n' shit?" [sic]
Well, 😵
To be sincere, who could possibly live that one down? Trawled-AFF minorities identity? That somewhat bodes of the simplistic Wikipedia trawl-AF common weblurker identity needs-to "have-had; has-happened," n' such, so that people could find one a rational-minded literal 'one' to inverse with in a TMZ DTLA of our fine nation, of nonesuch ado as-towards like-minded discrimination, in order to finely attune oneself to the vast sprawl as-reality that it finds itself - the greater Los Angeles area.
Better spoken men have more liberty in their resources of mind. This blog is the actual place to find the freedom, although many (it seems) strive long, strong, and hard at hard-fought battles that had already been determined - at this point, years ago, as far as the general headliner news and edia outlets have been concerned, as accountable.
That being said, there's some things I just won't much tolerate about blatantly un-Christian morals-proliferation [asides ≤_≤ that] some people find aught of themselves - some post (***##@$$) whatever it might be called - we ought to be able to [as literal bums, pigeon'ing] (check-its)... <_<
Sometimes, lately, though, there's been diamonds sitting out on the sidewalk. Thus, the long-time pigeon'ing bum's (though vastly literate and sociable) [...*]℅
A long time coming, perhaps, for many a ground-trawling recycling bum('s) one that we are.
Some people don't buy it though. The trawl, the sprawl, the speed-induced psychosis Wikipedia slight-sociably BWAP of a reality BWAP.
Usually, beyond interrent Catholicism subjective invested egotism and sleights of post-grandeur European-imperial-and Golden-Age fancies - Wikipedia will have been annotated richly (well-enough);
Such that many children [I'd suppose] simply don't really need to go to school all the time anymore, especially with trawled-AFF minorities bwappin' AFF around certain parts of town... <_<
[Sarcastic, obviously. But here, for the iteration, for the literate Founding of knowledge-base casual-discoursing nuclear watershed-localization identity formative-sort self] - it gets that fart bubble co-location trawling stalker identity familiarity sort a more distinct sort-self discrete-lines of delineated domain-app-space developer Enterprise entity Google developer autonomy's discretionary logicelles of partiment, to keep things au français, of locality. A bit.
That being said, to continue on like that produces (I've say - something at minimum [ ... 'distanced' ...] , a bit, from a vast blatant sex-offendee identity, although many of small scope and trawl small of means of men, of other sorts of men -
Considering that were all different. Let's face it. We're different. Unless it's fantasy fetishizable mindset time masturbatory inductive-self of internet radiant source of trawled-AFF convo-salient topic-at-point:
Try as I'd not,
How bout it?
...
Okay. Just imagine that some people see through the vast fetishization trawled-AFF, and some
Okay.
Everyone is different.
Let's face it. Imagine, perhaps, that a onversation partner is more into alternate 50% internet (supposed) activities at a different score and threshold attainment aptitude lesser sex offender type than supposed, par convar-say-shitsicles b
bWAP
Something like that. Just not looking for such outright sociable offense offhandedness. It's supposed to be funny enough, but ...
Eh- I dunno. Whatever. I did the same thing.
[ Of all things... ]
But then the {some shit}...
Just no way. I just never really got off like that, [by far...] Kinds of stuff.
Trawled-AFF minorities Master race shit, I stopped at that point. I couldn't muster the madness about it.
The thing that I've figured is that everybody fancies themselves, or fancies a narcissist - as a certain percentile personality type - only perhaps 1-4% [actual, by stats] of supposed commonality sorts of encountered in life personality types. That's your indulgent sly quip chance at flirtatiousness, yet delving into that somebody (over a spread of time) will appreciate the baby-aff shit, perhaps not. That could be a different alternate discrete logicelle self of the other, the conversational aspirant partner.
Multiply the likely hood that somebody of a 1-4% identity will understand likeness in society (f2f) reality type reality BWAP, and past age 30, the validly schizoohrenic ones have been bwapped schizophrenic to bwapp them into valid adulthood. The ones who BWAPP-AFF bwammmm... A real one...
That's a different type and sort that end up as one of the trite bwipps of sociability - as I'd put it - the interrent vastly improprietous intermittent laugher upon a completely inappropriate moment of serious linear formative sort discourse.
Try that in a stats bwapp-aff machine Deus machina and I'd suppose that you'd probably look like a jokestable sex-offender enough off-handed sort to just have been bwapped-AFF of the 12 steps recovery program, and you could just admit it( (the rhetorical self).
Obviously, it's uncommon to be encountered by that, but I'm the guy who does that 'kinda' thing to people. It's my formative discourse analytical critical mind-self-interrent ad hoc suitable professional ethical mid-senior-post-Csuite-gigjob-daynight-youngmid-professional-aside-academia identity thing just somewhat plays out as. It's objectively good for you (the rhetorical self, as it comes out, doled "...*" as grammatically as by stats that would have of it, on AZERTY, of all things. I fancy AZERTY.
Done. I figure that's good enough for now. Better than I found (encountered) you.
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| DTLA Ralph's - thanks for the second Valentine's Day treats! |
I've been indulging in these adieux-to-autumn-fall weather's changes into springtime here in Los Angeles chocolate deals as a temp-debit-card purchaser, as obviously a welfare-status (General Relief) recycling-bum [recipient] Google app-enterprise domain webmaster would chomp on as to attest to life's sugar-cravings and constant battles with mood disparities as a trawled and stalked Section 8 housing recipient -
Where it is:
To some, it matters.
"Isn't that place a shithole of trawled-AFFminorities n' shit?" [sic]
Well, 😵
To be sincere, who could possibly live that one down? Trawled-AFF minorities identity? That somewhat bodes of the simplistic Wikipedia trawl-AF common weblurker identity needs-to "have-had; has-happened," n' such, so that people could find one a rational-minded literal 'one' to inverse with in a TMZ DTLA of our fine nation, of nonesuch ado as-towards like-minded discrimination, in order to finely attune oneself to the vast sprawl as-reality that it finds itself - the greater Los Angeles area.
Better spoken men have more liberty in their resources of mind. This blog is the actual place to find the freedom, although many (it seems) strive long, strong, and hard at hard-fought battles that had already been determined - at this point, years ago, as far as the general headliner news and edia outlets have been concerned, as accountable.
That being said, there's some things I just won't much tolerate about blatantly un-Christian morals-proliferation [asides ≤_≤ that] some people find aught of themselves - some post (***##@$$) whatever it might be called - we ought to be able to [as literal bums, pigeon'ing] (check-its)... <_<
Checking...sidewalk scrum bwitsies... sometimes. Though commonly.
Sometimes, lately, though, there's been diamonds sitting out on the sidewalk. Thus, the long-time pigeon'ing bum's (though vastly literate and sociable) [...*]℅
 |
| It's been a diamonds kitsch thing lately, for the sidewalks trawler. |
A long time coming, perhaps, for many a ground-trawling recycling bum('s) one that we are.
Some people don't buy it though. The trawl, the sprawl, the speed-induced psychosis Wikipedia slight-sociably BWAP of a reality BWAP.
Usually, beyond interrent Catholicism subjective invested egotism and sleights of post-grandeur European-imperial-and Golden-Age fancies - Wikipedia will have been annotated richly (well-enough);
Such that many children [I'd suppose] simply don't really need to go to school all the time anymore, especially with trawled-AFF minorities bwappin' AFF around certain parts of town... <_<
[Sarcastic, obviously. But here, for the iteration, for the literate Founding of knowledge-base casual-discoursing nuclear watershed-localization identity formative-sort self] - it gets that fart bubble co-location trawling stalker identity familiarity sort a more distinct sort-self discrete-lines of delineated domain-app-space developer Enterprise entity Google developer autonomy's discretionary logicelles of partiment, to keep things au français, of locality. A bit.
That being said, to continue on like that produces (I've say - something at minimum [ ... 'distanced' ...] , a bit, from a vast blatant sex-offendee identity, although many of small scope and trawl small of means of men, of other sorts of men -
Considering that were all different. Let's face it. We're different. Unless it's fantasy fetishizable mindset time masturbatory inductive-self of internet radiant source of trawled-AFF convo-salient topic-at-point:
Try as I'd not,
How bout it?
...
Okay. Just imagine that some people see through the vast fetishization trawled-AFF, and some
Okay.
Everyone is different.
Let's face it. Imagine, perhaps, that a onversation partner is more into alternate 50% internet (supposed) activities at a different score and threshold attainment aptitude lesser sex offender type than supposed, par convar-say-shitsicles b
bWAP
Something like that. Just not looking for such outright sociable offense offhandedness. It's supposed to be funny enough, but ...
Eh- I dunno. Whatever. I did the same thing.
[ Of all things... ]
But then the {some shit}...
Just no way. I just never really got off like that, [by far...] Kinds of stuff.
Trawled-AFF minorities Master race shit, I stopped at that point. I couldn't muster the madness about it.
The thing that I've figured is that everybody fancies themselves, or fancies a narcissist - as a certain percentile personality type - only perhaps 1-4% [actual, by stats] of supposed commonality sorts of encountered in life personality types. That's your indulgent sly quip chance at flirtatiousness, yet delving into that somebody (over a spread of time) will appreciate the baby-aff shit, perhaps not. That could be a different alternate discrete logicelle self of the other, the conversational aspirant partner.
Multiply the likely hood that somebody of a 1-4% identity will understand likeness in society (f2f) reality type reality BWAP, and past age 30, the validly schizoohrenic ones have been bwapped schizophrenic to bwapp them into valid adulthood. The ones who BWAPP-AFF bwammmm... A real one...
That's a different type and sort that end up as one of the trite bwipps of sociability - as I'd put it - the interrent vastly improprietous intermittent laugher upon a completely inappropriate moment of serious linear formative sort discourse.
Try that in a stats bwapp-aff machine Deus machina and I'd suppose that you'd probably look like a jokestable sex-offender enough off-handed sort to just have been bwapped-AFF of the 12 steps recovery program, and you could just admit it( (the rhetorical self).
Obviously, it's uncommon to be encountered by that, but I'm the guy who does that 'kinda' thing to people. It's my formative discourse analytical critical mind-self-interrent ad hoc suitable professional ethical mid-senior-post-Csuite-gigjob-daynight-youngmid-professional-aside-academia identity thing just somewhat plays out as. It's objectively good for you (the rhetorical self, as it comes out, doled "...*" as grammatically as by stats that would have of it, on AZERTY, of all things. I fancy AZERTY.
Done. I figure that's good enough for now. Better than I found (encountered) you.
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