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i substituted today. i'm tired. yay gym class for first and second graders! cute + easy to manipulate = fun, easy day. we did laps, stretches, and free choice: basketball. soccer, or hula hoops/skip it. at the end we played the fishy game.
woot. although walking to south grafton = stupid idea that mrs. horgan laid the smackdown upon me for.
i'll fucking kill you for a cigarette right now. call me if you want to donate to the Jimmy (fucking needs nicotine in his bloodstream) Fund. thanks, you get a sticker with every donation. fuck being broke, and that douche. mostly that douche, still up to douche tricks.
i'm in a better mood than this all sounds, mostly cuz i worked for the first time in 5 months, but honest to god, i'll kill your kittens for the nicotine imbedded in their fur.
awful.
oh snap. i have a patch and i think im gonna slap that bitch on. yayyyy addiction! fuuuuck i'd rather smoke in my lungs. i smoked some cig tobacco out of my weed one-hitter today and it tasted like shrek's asshole.
you must wanna be in the guiness book of world records as the dumbest motherfucker alive.
dinner at p.o. pub this evening. holla! my family is crazy. my grandpa has had malaria twice and can't donate blood? sweet.. he had jungle rot too, but i don't wanna know what the fuck that is. sounds like some rudyard kipling kangaroo ferocity bullshit. i dont know what that means. awfullllllllllll fucking tobacco.
i always wanted to play rugby. i never promised you a rose garden.
superthug. what what what what what what wha what.
a maiden fair to see the pearl of minstrelsy. a bud of everblushing beauty.
i'm torn between wanting ass and someone to snuggle with which is very odd for me. small spoon i never was.
nicorette patch stat. i'm gon have some heart palpatations and freaky dreams off this momo.
i substituted today. i'm tired. yay gym class for first and second graders! cute + easy to manipulate = fun, easy day. we did laps, stretches, and free choice: basketball. soccer, or hula hoops/skip it. at the end we played the fishy game.
woot. although walking to south grafton = stupid idea that mrs. horgan laid the smackdown upon me for.
i'll fucking kill you for a cigarette right now. call me if you want to donate to the Jimmy (fucking needs nicotine in his bloodstream) Fund. thanks, you get a sticker with every donation. fuck being broke, and that douche. mostly that douche, still up to douche tricks.
i'm in a better mood than this all sounds, mostly cuz i worked for the first time in 5 months, but honest to god, i'll kill your kittens for the nicotine imbedded in their fur.
awful.
oh snap. i have a patch and i think im gonna slap that bitch on. yayyyy addiction! fuuuuck i'd rather smoke in my lungs. i smoked some cig tobacco out of my weed one-hitter today and it tasted like shrek's asshole.
you must wanna be in the guiness book of world records as the dumbest motherfucker alive.
dinner at p.o. pub this evening. holla! my family is crazy. my grandpa has had malaria twice and can't donate blood? sweet.. he had jungle rot too, but i don't wanna know what the fuck that is. sounds like some rudyard kipling kangaroo ferocity bullshit. i dont know what that means. awfullllllllllll fucking tobacco.
i always wanted to play rugby. i never promised you a rose garden.
superthug. what what what what what what wha what.
a maiden fair to see the pearl of minstrelsy. a bud of everblushing beauty.
i'm torn between wanting ass and someone to snuggle with which is very odd for me. small spoon i never was.
nicorette patch stat. i'm gon have some heart palpatations and freaky dreams off this momo.