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my stomach feels like a liquid cement late- churning with a slight buzz.
last night= 1,000 shady events. my mouth was steaming with wit; my brain was fried like a pancake.
i can't put it all down- one of those "you had to be there" type of situations...
a "you had to be there"- type of life.
i found a handful of girls shagging in my bushes (right next to where we'd put the garden gnomes, if we had any)
but i'm not even sure if that was the highlight of the night.
looking at a dead baby creamatory with a boy named after Don Vito. i had cat whiskers on and needed a high chair just to take a bong rip.
i'm ready for a glass of wine.
last night= 1,000 shady events. my mouth was steaming with wit; my brain was fried like a pancake.
i can't put it all down- one of those "you had to be there" type of situations...
a "you had to be there"- type of life.
i found a handful of girls shagging in my bushes (right next to where we'd put the garden gnomes, if we had any)
but i'm not even sure if that was the highlight of the night.
looking at a dead baby creamatory with a boy named after Don Vito. i had cat whiskers on and needed a high chair just to take a bong rip.
i'm ready for a glass of wine.