I thought you already finished, bitch. The tall whore (who we shall refer to as Jake) sounded like she was gonna vacuum after showering.
It's alright, we'll suck up the dirt ourselves. Everything's attracted to us anyway so it won't be too difficult. OH SCHNAP.
-That would've made more sense if I was talking about a magnet and not a vacuum.
Roses are red.
Vacuums are turquoise.
Oh goddamn, what the hell rhymes with turquoise?
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
I take my last post back, actually. Bitch tossed away the ring I gave her like it was a piece of string.
What she doesn't know is...I think I'm pregnant.
What she doesn't know is...I think I'm pregnant.
Lonely without her :(
But I'm glad that we're not in the same lab. Our chemistry's so great, even bunsen burners spark when we're together.
LAWLZ OUR LOVE'S A HAZARD <3
But I'm glad that we're not in the same lab. Our chemistry's so great, even bunsen burners spark when we're together.
LAWLZ OUR LOVE'S A HAZARD <3
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Damn, I'm poetic. Edgar Poe (Or Eddie, as I liked to call him) has nothing on this bitch.
You're the starlight to my night. The sunlight to my day. The microphone to Joc's toe. And your emptiness in life causes woe.
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