I spent most of yesterday trying to fathom the enormous amount of cun-cun this guy got over the course of his life.
What a life. What a life worth living. On a daily basis. More and more. Visits to the Pennsylvania set.
I thought so hard I actually had a dream last night. AT NIGHT. I usually only dream during the day while resting. Mr. Rogers was in it. We were in Gettysburg again. Not sure about the time. Not sure if it was during the war, but for some reason there were trenches. There was probably a battalion of little girls but I can only seem to think about a few at a time. Just a limit of my mind I always thought. We fucked so many kids in the mud. I do remember it raining astroglide for a few moments, but then immediately later it was dry. Something about foxes and the olsen twins on a hill. Fuck. I think I already forgot just during typing this up. But man. Fred Rogers must of got some prime preteen pussy during his life. Amazing.
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