i've got longjohns under slacks for
fuck the dolphins!
fuck the pope!
that's it.
if i wanted your opinion, i would have raped it out of you.
cammie, what the fuck did your voicemail even mean? i was going to type that on your blog but i tried to get to it and it was an error, just like your mom's pregnancy.
leading up to a concert i always feel obligated to try and listen to the band's songs so that i'll know more for the actual show.
i know you're not trying to impress me. but that's okay, because i'm not trying to impress me either.
and i guess you must care?
if you see me at a bar and you recognize me come up don't be afraid i won't make you cry or run away i will save the last dance for you while i'm jumping around on your grave.
posted by fillshe @ 11:32 PM
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