I don't diary.
Here's this thought though, naked with your latest underwear on the passenger seat Kossack, You insatiable "fuckweeds"
Cut the man some slack. It's early. It all comes out in the wash.
Damn bleach.
Again, naught a diary. Beeatches.
Letisha? Lisa Linda?
Barack.
Give the man a month or so pre-spastic, fanboys. See what happens.