Bad Judgment

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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A fake who had run into strife re-appeared as another man's wife. Name is August oh yes? And a female, no less go and f**k yourself, get a new life! They will never allow him to come to their party, he's simply too dumb. Not a talent of note it is curtains she wrote and for you, there ain't even a crumb. He attended his own circumcision, his strange father had made the decision. From the day this took place it was simply a case that he lacked even simple cognition. Though he ventured to where they do write. Thought that poetry might need a light not a single soul read what came out of his head, he was neither too handsome nor bright. Well, he could not believe that they would that they might and that (really!) they could, so he crashed through the gate when a fellow said Mate, we cut balls off of every hood! He assured them he was not a felon or a fiddler, his name would be Helen. But they cut off his tail in the Worcestershire Jail and the rest of it, well..I'm not tellin.

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