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morning sickness blows. on my bed praying for death. phone rings holls comes over and we just hung out in our pj's and made her some breakfast. work went well. some lady came for our msr or whatever the hell the other thing is called. she was nicer than vicky and reminded me of that lady from the west wing. came home and past out on the couch. slept till my mom opened her loud mouth and attempted to get me to eat something. phil came by and we indulged in our guilty pleasure, well one of them.
-it's like we're in whore house
- uh yeah a gay whore house. what kind of whore house plays madona?! *in a seductive latin accent* hello i am pablo. i will be servicing you this evening. *starts dancing to vogue*
"you know that one song, yeah well i'm dancing to it in my head"
-it's like we're in whore house
- uh yeah a gay whore house. what kind of whore house plays madona?! *in a seductive latin accent* hello i am pablo. i will be servicing you this evening. *starts dancing to vogue*
"you know that one song, yeah well i'm dancing to it in my head"