Funny

Goggle imagines we will buy our photos, Their our photos these are Not theirs, On my smart phone are my cats, My mom and sister both dead. Those pictures are precious! Not goggle! Mine! Yours! Never theirs to market to us!

Tracking Ol’Saint Nick

I can’t rightly say on other nights where he be! No sirree! No siree! Can’t, however in December the twenty-forth about eight thirty, Yes Siree! Yes Siree! That’s right in nineteen hundted and sixty-six, Ellen and I wanted to see’Everything!’ Diana and John had come from Western Iowa by Spencer, It was a year brfore

P#!$@@&*

Love, Women, Lesbian Butch, Other females, Not a clue! See men not just you, Puzzlement, Clueless most time I am. Its who they are! Like Goggle suggesting friends people I have known sine Twenty twelve. They Goggle seem like Santa of old, They know when we are sleeping, They know when we been good or