Oct 05 2008
Guess it ain’t my strand.
Guess what Shawn. Decoded all of your gang in a second. I’ve been telling you since you met me with those tattoo’s I am too scared to make. Too broke to take, and y’know what, I knew and I raped it.
We’ll all know later, drunker than planned and more baked than ever.
Good thing she drove herself home.
Nobody else would bring her to her doorstep.
Nobody but me, more apriciative and more observant than you claim to be,
while I’m owning you try to not distub you see.
It’s just me.
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