#boycottcostco in a nutshell: “If you don’t have a mask on, you can’t shop here.” “Oh yeah, well if you won’t let me in without a mask on, I’m not shopping here.” “Thank you. That’s what we said.”

The TRUTH: It may not lead you to where you thought you were going, but it will always lead you somewhere better. Would like to talk in the future.Ready for more now,can you assist in this project? 

#boycottcostco in a nutshell:“If you don’t have a mask on, you can’t shop here.”“Oh yeah, well if you won’t let me in without a mask on, I’m not shopping here.”Thank you. That’s what we said.”The MAGAts are at it again.... When will we make a Vaccine to cure stupidity? #boycottcostco

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The TRUTH: It may not lead you to where you thought you were going, but it will always lead you somewhere better. Would like to talk in the future.Ready for more now,can you assist in this project? The MAGAts are at it again.... When will we make a Vaccine to cure stupidity? #boycottcostco

Nice.  Fairy Tale Online, good times, walks in park. Time for the colors of the sunny dazes on the shores. Hope for the best, and get ready for the pits in the bowls of cherries. Lemons for the sugar and spices for the girls to make the most of the bumps in the road, and drinks made of the lemons, dodging the rocks under the sands of time. Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. 

Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills and the valleys. Another story fresh from the seas of frogs. Holiday from male frogs with offspring in June, one day a year, joys and pleasures. Done and over. Looking at the days, months, and color of your shirt, a new fairy tale. Let's take September 4, 1962, first attempts  in learning, learned in first attempt.

My mothers stories, sisters also, women of color, taken for a ride with a green eyed devil in glasses. Flipping the coin, looking in the mirror in yesterday, days done. It was the third of September, in the month of March 2011: Was kidnapped by a wolf, with the winds of hot air, shot though the heart, a tiny and petite fairy, smiles for dazes, an earth angel tricked. The prince of darkness, ŕipe and young, Steven Jarrot.  

Born on the 4th, it was a dog on the table, not a frog this time. Love and devotion taken for a spin, truth and honest, on the coins. Love and hate, horns of a goat, on a boat, on a plane, in a RV. New story to create to share, the joy and pains of new ways to walk tall. Went for a ride with a wolf, the leader of the pack, the good looks fading in the mirror, Steven Jarrot. Wolf with green eyes in glasses. 

A trip to hell in a hand basket, with a hell hound bend on having cake with ice cream. He had glasses covered in mud, with the rose color lenses, always on his face. Blind as a bat since birth, was alway running  into walls. Happiness in Hollywood, for the sinner or saint? First in his family, an American Toad, in this fairy tale, a wolf. Days in the sun, days in the rain, the school of Hard knocks to attend. Steven Jarrot, learned lessons in his family, to act the part, of a wolf, a frog, a freak, and a hacker to date.