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I was good friends with a pathological liar, he was about 6 and a half feet tall. One day he said he was moving to a castle in California to produce t-shirts, and I never saw him again.
By the way...I feel like fighting, and kicking crotch and biting thighs.
I want to give the world a swirly,pour tobasco in it's eye, get it drunk and tattoo 'hail satan' on its tongue, but instead I'll just sit on the roof naked and sing folk songs.
I just made a little boy cry and I’m a stoic as a lioness.
Sometimes though, when I get mad, I notice my booty cheeks are all clenched up. Strange reflex.
By the way...I feel like fighting, and kicking crotch and biting thighs.
I want to give the world a swirly,pour tobasco in it's eye, get it drunk and tattoo 'hail satan' on its tongue, but instead I'll just sit on the roof naked and sing folk songs.
I just made a little boy cry and I’m a stoic as a lioness.
Sometimes though, when I get mad, I notice my booty cheeks are all clenched up. Strange reflex.