101. 6 hours left

Should I stay or should I go. Where are all the pretty ghosts? Will the red lights dance tonight? Fancy to pray or meditate? Pilates crazed my biceps are worn out.

Give me grin let me rest my mighty chin. Open wide ah ah ah. Did you shave lately? I see a little spike. Ouch. Those porcupine stings I am losing libido. 

Brazilian. Oh you naughty hair. You forgot to taser almighty down there. Was the light to hot? Did it leave any Marx? X marks the spot where Bruno landed in Jupiter. He overshot it.

Britney made it to Mars. And Dua. Oh my sweet Dua. I have no words. You took my breath with your levitating Eastern European tasty whett lipzzz.