I suppose it's unfair to whomever keeps up with this journal that I simply dropped an obtuse poll composed of cryptic questions without providing the proper back story. The story itself is a simple one and is the inspiration of countless country western songs: I had a love. Now she's gone. And it's probably all my fault
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It sounds like what you need is a relationship with more open communication about what you both want and need.
Fo' rizzle. Life ain't nothin' but bitches and chronic.
For the moment, you know that you've still got your friends.
Rollin' with the homies, fo'shizzle. Gs up, hos down like the D-O-double-G.
If all else fails, there's always roofies.
...say what?
Roofies. You know, rohypnol. GHB. Girls love that shit.
Dawg, that is some fucked up shit. Fo' rizzle, my nizzle.
Um, word.
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Whut?
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