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mmmm...I'm early. I'm tired.
Wall Socket People. It's so much scarier in the sequel. Aw, Ray and Leigh...sad. I'll have to call them some day.
Ok, if I could beat people up, I'd fucking NEVER get out of jail. Honestly. You would have to sneak in a blow torch in a cake, and bust me out, because otherwise I'd be in there a LONG time, and not even vinegar could tighten me up (cause I'm a slut, y'all, and I'd do anything for a dollar), I'd be so popular. But then, every other bitch had better watch their backs, cause I wouldn't take shit from no one. You come in to bust me out, yo, and I'd be slumped across my bed, two hos on either side of me, a cigarette hanging off my lower lip, and I'd be all "what the fuck do you want?" And you'd be all, "We're getting you out. Here, have a cake. Don't eat it." And I'd be like, "it's about fucking time. Assholes." and you would say "don't hit me." Yeah. And I'd grab the cake, and I'd bust out the blow torch and go to work. And if any of those FUCKING guards said a DAMN thing, I'd shove the torch down their fucking throats. "I have had ENOUGH shit, and I'm getting the FUCK out of here." I'd be all cool, and stuff. And you would watch me, and think that. You would think that I was cool shit because I could beat your daddy. I did beat your daddy. After I fucked him. We'd be out like fucking afros, running from sirens and dogs and the press. We'd get to some little kid's tree house, and you'd pull a rock from your pocket and we'd do it right there, on the wood floor while we flipped through pornography. And I'd get pissed and slap you, and you'd cry, and then we'd make out and "I think I heard something", and we'd scale the tree to the fucking GROUND, and we'd take off, G.' No one would fucking EVER see us again, we'd be so gone if I could beat people up.
^---- (let's do this.)