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I should come with a warning label. One that clearly says what a destructive mess that I am. This product is not a safe alternative to cigarettes ... This product may cause gum disease and tooth loss ... just SOMETHING so people know that I am a living, breathing, walking mound of doom.
Holy crap am I cold right now. Freezing, actually.
Marlene has this shirt. A wonderful grey shirt with an image of James Dean printed on it, streaming up the side. So wonderful in fact, the day after I saw her wear it I went out and tried to find a shirt with James Dean on it. I couldn't find a different one, nor could I find the one that I was sure I had packed away in my basement so I bought the same one that she has. It's a women's shirt. That doesn't bother me. Being that it is a women's shirt it fits wrong on me, always riding up showing my stomach. How deliciously Jerry Springer of it. I just wanna know who my baby's mammy is. I think it's all about the Maury now though. I can't live without me getting some peternity tests, or overweight children.
It is serious freakin cold.
All I do is work. I wake up at four in the morning each day and go to work. I work in Mattydale. It takes me four customers in order to get a full set of teeth. Somehow the corporote offices in Virginia were tipped on who our customer base is and sent us a new box to play music. All it does is play country music. A song played today, and I wish I was making this up, about how this guy liked his dog better than his ex-wife. And the whole time I'm thinking, yeah, because the dog can't scream "no" when getting fucked by your hillbilly ass.
I keep accidentily biting the inside of my lip. I think my left little toe may have gangrene.
Holy crap am I cold right now. Freezing, actually.
Marlene has this shirt. A wonderful grey shirt with an image of James Dean printed on it, streaming up the side. So wonderful in fact, the day after I saw her wear it I went out and tried to find a shirt with James Dean on it. I couldn't find a different one, nor could I find the one that I was sure I had packed away in my basement so I bought the same one that she has. It's a women's shirt. That doesn't bother me. Being that it is a women's shirt it fits wrong on me, always riding up showing my stomach. How deliciously Jerry Springer of it. I just wanna know who my baby's mammy is. I think it's all about the Maury now though. I can't live without me getting some peternity tests, or overweight children.
It is serious freakin cold.
All I do is work. I wake up at four in the morning each day and go to work. I work in Mattydale. It takes me four customers in order to get a full set of teeth. Somehow the corporote offices in Virginia were tipped on who our customer base is and sent us a new box to play music. All it does is play country music. A song played today, and I wish I was making this up, about how this guy liked his dog better than his ex-wife. And the whole time I'm thinking, yeah, because the dog can't scream "no" when getting fucked by your hillbilly ass.
I keep accidentily biting the inside of my lip. I think my left little toe may have gangrene.