As an environmental scandal in Florida, I refuse to cancel!

Shh. I know you are upset, but don't be loud, Boo-Boo. I just try to reduce protected trees for the millionth time this year. Kisses, but you know I love you.

I am an environmental scandal in Florida, and my whole, how, is behind the mood. My characteristic step is to “see” nothing to see “deep in the government documents, while he is waiting for the green light to open sweet prefab -McMansions. Maybe I'm the Batman!

AW, you big crazy? Chill, Babes. Come here, where is my hug?

What do you mean that everyone hates me? My goodness, I'm sorry, my hustle and bustle and my loops are so hard. When I give one thing about myself, I will make all efforts to blow up public countries and Wallop species as Jake Paul Mike Tyson, Bing-Bop boom-Bop-Bam! If there is a single hectare of untouched wildlife reserve in this state, I am pumped to go to Bulldoze, no matter how many losers with glitter signs appear.

Whoa, now, what? Did you say I have the trust of a mediocre white man in a quarter-zip-fleece, the smoked old-fashioned, in front of drunk fuel in a cyber truck? Dang, hard, but that's your opinion. I believe that I am a disruptor. I do things.

Oh, well, no. Technically, I didn't do anything still. My plans are always spectacularly falling into pieces. But that doesn't prevent me from scraping the spoon and Pew-Pew-black bear before I tore the boat into the sandbar to destroy a Sixer.

For example, after my noble attempt to take over Florida's State Parks and to transform them into lush golf courses with 2-for-1-Woddy-Red Bulls. To be honest, I was surprised at how many Republicans are in turtles.

Whatever, you do. But like the fast and angry franchise, I have to be pulled out of the cuff here in cuffs before I stop moving boss to pave over their precious plants.

Did you see my latest and greatest? Double land exchange scandals! Sure, my deal, part of the Withlacrochee State Forest to act against a golf course developer, died last week after suspected virgins like: “I am sad, I want trees.”

But my trainer, whose name is, uh … Don Delantis … says that pain is weak to leave the body. Similar to adding repetitions to a juicy drop of drips from breast presses, I back with another secret plan: 600 hectares of the Guana River Wildlife Management area in St. John's County to private property. Who is that? Hehe, it is just my buddy in a gag cord.

Yes, the plot collapsed the night before the vote. Even the president's chief of staff was against this deal. It's a shame because I thought Donald Trump was my home. Again I had no idea that the Republicans took care of lizards so much.

The band nerds with the signs bring me down, man and say that they cannot believe that they have to protest again and again. Fewer kings would take “incredible” than sections, but I take the idea of ​​not being able to have any ethical limits as a compliment. That's why I have this word of the word on my … wait, unbound … it doesn't matter.

So what do you do for the work? Keep this thought, a developer writes me an SMS. We just got a message from a colony from Scrub Jay's that looked at us sideways. I think of a whirlpool camp. Smooches, you are a real one. See you next week, at the same time, the same place?

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