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So I went to the EMERGANCY ROOM last night. I was rushed to Saint Joseph Hospital in Ypsi. I kept spitting up blood and looked like a blonde version of Andrew W.K.
Doctor asks: Do you do drugs, Have you been Slapped Kicked,Beaten or forced to have sex by your lover in the last year.
Wtf, since when did they start asking this type of shit.
I leave for San Antonio tommarow. I'll be laying by the pool with my Louis V tight ass booty shorts looking like a beauty Queen and shit. Watch out San Antonio boys, i'll be on the river walk working that shit like a catwalk bitch.
BTW I've been offered a job in Chicago, at a salon.
Doctor asks: Do you do drugs, Have you been Slapped Kicked,Beaten or forced to have sex by your lover in the last year.
Wtf, since when did they start asking this type of shit.
I leave for San Antonio tommarow. I'll be laying by the pool with my Louis V tight ass booty shorts looking like a beauty Queen and shit. Watch out San Antonio boys, i'll be on the river walk working that shit like a catwalk bitch.
BTW I've been offered a job in Chicago, at a salon.